Life
Life is always full of hate
people just dont know when to appriciate
the world is coming to an end
with things that are not pretend
people dying left and right
every where you look all you see is fight
im sure when people die
they rest in peace as they lye
but when the sun goes down
no one can be found
the screaming at night seems so loud
they can be heard from the furthest cloud
until this world can learn to appriciate
I guess i'll be the one they hate
I'am always scared inside
I'm afraid that i will die in time
Copyright © Donald Hull Iii | Year Posted 2007
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