Rot., by Tyler Cedric Golden Subscribe to rss feed for Tyler Cedric Golden 

I want to hate,
I want to break,
Under this pressure I feel so fake,
I want to crawl,
I want to fall,
I do not want any of your mercy at all,
I feel so lost, so hated within,
For my terrible, unforgivable sins,
I want to die, in any way, such as getting shot,
Die, right here, right now, while I am sitting in this spot
And for my body not to be bothered, so I can sit here and
just rot.
Posted: 2009-04-07 16:43:37 UTC
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2009-04-09 23:26:12Felicia
i can't find that poem you wanted me to read....i bet its my fault i haven't been on in a wile if you need anything sent to me fast or w.e just send it to [email protected] ....Ahh i'm so freaking stressed i just moved and I'm staying here for 3 months then moving again. I have so much school work to do ...(correspondence btw)i love this poem tho because its exactly how i feel right now because i'm back in the place where i spent all of Junior high a lot of memory's.....the person i was when i was here isn't the person i am now or want to be. Its just its the only way of life my friends here know. Ah this probably sounds crazy to you but its like you wrote my life in this poem. Felicia Mac