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Sadness makes me cry,
And I always ask why,
As to what makes us cry,
And why it makes us die.
What is sadness,
What did I miss,
As I read every book,
And got saddened like a worm on a hook.
Misery is part of sadness,
Or causes it at least,
So much I look to the morning star, that lies in the east,
for signs of madness,
Or such like that.
Such misery of copyright and plagiarism,
Which I'm always haunted with.
All I do is scream,
As the hallucinations hurt me,
Harm me,
Till I am blinded by them,
And oblivious to reality,
And yet I love them,
Even though they torment me mentally....
For I seriously have no life.
And they are all I have.
crying
 Cloom · Sun Aug 08, 2010 @ 12:54am · 0 Comments |
