Don'T Get Mad Get Even
My God don't I have anything to offer to anybody can someone help will any one
bother. I feel like I am nothing at all and I am mad at myself I can beat my self up
that still doesn't help. Just problem after problem life seems so cruel and I am
tired of not knowing what the hell to do. At times I think about what right for me,
but its clearly a waste of time because all of the hopes I have every had was only
in my mind. I feel so bad and my heart feels sad and the tears I cry now will fore
ever last I guess that why I'm all ways mad. I have lost my spirit and deserted my
soul just a wondering lost sheep with no where to go. I have lost my smile but
gain a frown and my heart is weeping and breaking down.
Why do we cry?
Why do we smile?
Why do we hate the things we no nothing about?
Why dose love hurt?
Why dose one kill?
How dose hate find me and choose how I live.
Is there a solution for a sheep who has lost his way or should he be punished for
going astray.
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