Downhill

I wonder what it was like,
When I used to be little and small.
The time when life was good,
And you didn't care not at all.
Then as I grew,
I began to change.
Than soon enough I began to wonder,
If life was something to exchange.
Then that one day,
I found a razor blade.
And I knew,
How to rid some of the pain.
But finding that blade,
Changed my whole life.
It made me wonder everyday,
Who I would be if I didn't find that knife.
Other screwed up things about me,
Is I love one guy who doesn't care.
He wouldn't even notice,
If I wasn't there.
And if he did,
Would he even notice?
Would he just step all over me,
Like some ugly lotus?
Go ahead,
Step all over me.
Step over my fragile lotus self,
And go make yourself som potpourri.
I could care less,
I have no feelings anymore is seems.
All I have now,
Is my dreams and screams.
This tragic misery I live,
Is something of an object.
Is just something available,
For everyone to reject.
Yes, life's just great,
Isn't it?
Yea, jsut walking around,
Getting treated like a piece of *shit*.
And people really wonder,
Why I am an emo person.
Well, for one stop complaining,
And trying to make my life worsen.
Yes, this poem will go on,
And on.
Because you're going to understand,
Long before you're gone.
I'm tired of people,
Giving people like me *shit*.
Believe me,
I know I am a *bitch*.
But, it gives you no right,
To try and piss me off.
It isn't something we get over,
Like a little old cough.
Our lives are hard,
I want to see you try to live it.
In my life,
You can't throw you're little fits.
People like you are the reason I am laying here,
So cold with the death chill.
It's people like you,
Who make my life go downhill.

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