Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Pain Passionate


While silence night,
the boy sit alone on the floor of his room.
He seems quiet and upset,
his thinking really bother him.
He really passionate and looking for the answer.
He just can’t figure out what’s wrong with him.
He felt pain and alone.
He beat himself really hard as deep as pain.
He cried for help and there no one help.
He's still looking for the answer.
He can’t be patient anymore,
He beat himself up again.
Anyone left him, he was lonely all the time,
He hated himself and wanted to die.
That’s his passionate as pain as die,
Because he is lonely and unhappy.
No one was there for him all summer.
He still was lonely all his life.
His chest felt pain as bad as if it felt like someone shot him with the gun.
He still cried for help and no one really help him.
He hated the world life,
He was passionate for die.
No one was really there for him EVER!
He holds himself so hard.
He can’t handle with the furious.
He got knocked out,
Because he beat himself up all night.
There was no happy for him.
Silence night.

Joshua "Vampbat" Womick

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