Another poem. Geez, I'm in a lot of rhyming moods aren't I?

Malik, and he's sick . . of everything.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own yu-gi-oh. if I did, it would probably suck. . . so it's a good thing kazuki takahashi owns it.

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I'm sick of living my life

Surviving by the tip of a knife.

I'm sick and tired.

I'm long gone expired.

It's hard.

So hard to fathom.

Until you reach the very bottom.

So hard, it can make you vomit with rage.

At times, you feel like you're in a cage.

It gets TOO hard.

And I think I'm eternally scarred.

Need an update?

I lost my innocence when I was ten.

And your going to whine, here we go again,

Then leave, if you don't care.

Because you'll be getting a preview, of that brain under the hair.

It ain't pretty

Actually, it's pretty bloody.

So sick I can't think.

Do I have to scream it in your face!?

I'm sick. And now knives aren't the case.

I HAVE vomited with rage.

I SHOULD have been locked in a cage.

Sick with revenge, I want to cry.

I'm so sick, I'm going to die.

It's a disease!

So bad you cease to function properly

Until you find your way around the monopoly.

Your brain turns to the dark side.

And then your true intentions will hide.

It ain't what it seems.

I'm so sick, I yell to the heavens, and ask them if it's all dreams.

I hurt, too much to fathom.

I'm dying, it hurts.

I feel like I'm going to burst!

And the hate with overflow. . .

The pain is gone, just so you know.

I'm sick.

I need a kick.

So I can snap into reality.

And see where I am finally.

And nothings all the same.

Everything changed, when the darkness came.

I'm sick of living my life

Surviving by the tip of a knife.

I'm sick and tired.

I'm long gone expired.

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hope ya liked it! man, who knows how long I'll stay in this poem phase.

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