Sporadic

Why was I born Was it so I can mourn My youth 8 years old and losing a tooth Now I'm old and I choose To dwell on my mistakes Tired of being fake So I must make a change Change for a 20 Actually I'm in my 30s Things are no longer funny And Im feeling dirty Seeing birdies and stars Left with hurtful scars Chronic in jars To ease my head My thoughts are running crazy All I see is red Forget B.O.D. You're certainly better off dead Trying to kill my mind But it's made of lead Bullets do nothing Got vains of steel These knives aren't cutting There is no fronting So get to the back Cut me some slack and wait for the next track

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 6/9/2013 12:24:00 AM

Hi David, Congratulations with your Featured Poem of the week :-) Take care, and enjoy your wonderful days ahead . Always & Forever! **LINDA**

Skat A

Date: 4/26/2013 8:07:00 PM

David, ;-) Wishing you a nice warm welcome to the Poetry Soup. I hope you find this community to be one of the best. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets, and myself! If you ever want or need feedback on any given poem, please feel free and look me up by clicking on my name anytime you see it. HUGS <3 from your newest friend ~*~SKAT"