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Jack Forrest Mar 2014
It is unknown why the fire was cold
The fire was alone
without courage, masking his misery
his desires unknown, he doesn't smile
Cold and alone during blissful twilight
This poem is about someone who has potential, but doesn't use it because of the bad things in his life
Jack Forrest Mar 2014
I was going to tell you the story of my life
but then I realized I don't have one..
Jack Forrest Mar 2014
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I've had enogh of yo,
It hrts that yo said those things
and then said yo love him
dont nderestimate me

when I say I've forgotten u
Jack Forrest Mar 2014
Many empty bottles
Maybe that's why my stomach hurts
Jack Forrest Mar 2014
Do you mean it when you say you love me
Because you seem to put him above me
Jack Forrest Mar 2014
Before you judge me, Let me tell you my life story
I sure hope its not boring


In middle school
i was the little fool
getting beat up in the bathroom for being to critical
What, you think my remarks are too cynical
Hey squidward tentacles, you got a big nose, want me to break it
no you must be mistaken
so they beat me up and striped me naked, and left me shaking
thank god they left my clothes in the next stall
woulda been pretty awkward walking **** in the hall
But this was just the fall, haven't mentioned winter or spring at all

So from sixth to eighth grade you could see the bruises on my face
from where those jerks tried to tell me that that was their place

one day in art class i was painting on the paper
when some guy sitting behind me shot me with a stapler
Now if my mind had been stabler I woulda let it slide
but i was crazy back then so i tried to fight
punched em in the head, he musta been high
cuz he didn't flinch at all not a single inch
he grabbed me by my hair and threw me down
started punching me in the face like a ticked off Chris Brown
Now there is nothing you can do to wipe off this frown
Ive been a sociopath ever since that day

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