I wrote a bit before about my cousin.
http://www.psx2central.com/forums/showthread.php?threadid=31223Well, I found out his little brother writes poetry.
OK. He\'s 15. What can you tell me from this? Not talking about grammar here and I am being serious. What does this tell you?
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Try walking in my shoes for just one day, then tell me would you still think of me the same way? Its like a race, a contest, a battle to see who can kill me first of tourment and embarassment. Some day I will disappear, disappear without a fu**ing trace, disappear, unzip my skin and leave it here so you can just watch me be no one again. Somtimes these shoes dont feel right in my head, like a book, one that cant be read. Your dead in my life, my thoughts, my dreams, your no more, gone, out of my hair, this is no fair! My dream is for you to get out of my head, all I ever hear is bitching, all i think about is you! I HATE IT! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! You\'ll never step foot in my space again. There is just somthing about you that bothers me, but it bothers me in such a hannis way. I dont understand why, Why I havnt ever felt these feelings before, why did this happen to me, why did I get these fellings! I will disappear, disappear without a fu**ing trace, disappear, unzip my skin and leave it here so you can just watch me be no one again. Its funny how you think everythink is perfect, but oh how you are so wrong. Life isnt just a game and neither am I so stop playing around and get a grip. You only have one life, why waste it on trying to f**k up mine? I dont want to have to deal with you, out up with you or fight with you anymore. Its a waste of my time. I will disappear, disappear without a fu**ng trace, disappear, unzip my skin and leave it here so you can just watch me be no one again.
