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Scared I remember being told I'm not good enough Writing trying to seem tough Writing to get rid of emotions and stuff Hearing that from who I thought were the real ones, that **** was rough Been told to just stop That I'll never reach the top What i thought was a raindrop Really just a teardrop Dropping onto my tank top Been told I **** That I'm **** out of luck That whatever I do, I'll always be stuck Can't make anyone awestruck Might as well just say **** It and get hit by a semi truck. You might ask who would say this type of **** Well, me and I ******* hate it I sit here and throw a fit Telling myself to just quit And i must admit This **** really has no benefit I really should just commit. Even when I do it I'll be dead in a pit nobody give a **** about me except for the one dude staring down at me just to spit. That dude is me, just telling him I'm right My writing would never amount to anything so just give up the fight 6 feet under i'm out of sight Every day and night Casket shut tight Ain't no light But everything's alright Cuz down here I can't disappoint when I pick up that pen and begin to write.
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Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC
Self hatred towards writing
Scared I remember being told I'm not good enough Writing trying to seem tough Writing to get rid of emotions and stuff Hearing that from who I thought were the real ones, that **** was rough Been told to just stop That I'll never reach the top What i thought was a raindrop Really just a teardrop Dropping onto my tank top Been told I **** That I'm **** out of luck That whatever I do, I'll always be stuck Can't make anyone awestruck Might as well just say **** It and get hit by a semi truck. You might ask who would say this type of **** Well, me and I ******* hate it I sit here and throw a fit Telling myself to just quit And i must admit This **** really has no benefit I really should just commit. Even when I do it I'll be dead in a pit nobody give a **** about me except for the one dude staring down at me just to spit. That dude is me, just telling him I'm right My writing would never amount to anything so just give up the fight 6 feet under i'm out of sight Every day and night Casket shut tight Ain't no light But everything's alright Cuz down here I can't disappoint when I pick up that pen and begin to write.
#death#tragedy#sad#mean#hatred#hate#writing#self
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Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC
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