Hello everyone, this is a poem that I wrote recently when I get so
depressed that one time & wanted to die (D'uh! What do you expect from a
Goth girl anyway!!! Well almost, not completely though I still love my
Jesus!! LOL)
I thought I put them here in this story, cause they're so related to Kai's
pain, he experiencing with Voltaire.
Disclaimer ~ I don't own Beyblade or any of the character. I just wrote this poem that's all.
Hope you like it anyway, but it's so depressing & Gothic. The same things applies, I done it in Kai's POV
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"Sick"
Sick of lying
In my bed
With all these thoughts
Running though my head
Sick of trying
To cut flesh
With my dagger and knife
Sick of trying
To commit suicide
Sick of never
Knowing why
Sick of being
Sick of thing
Sick of how my eyes always sting
Sick of them stinging
I just want to cry
Sick of wanting
To cry
All I want is to die
Sick of always
Being used and abused
Sick of being
The one to accused
Sick of lies
From the people I trust
Sick of being
Treated like a speak of dust
Sick of always
Feeling sad
Sick of always
Being mad
Sick of being told
That I'm bad
Sick of looking
Back, at what I had
Sick of being
The last to know
Sick of not being able
To go on
On my own
No more
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There you go hope you guys like it, please R&R and let me know if you like it or not. Thanks for reading. ^_^
Disclaimer ~ I don't own Beyblade or any of the character. I just wrote this poem that's all.
Hope you like it anyway, but it's so depressing & Gothic. The same things applies, I done it in Kai's POV
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Sick"
Sick of lying
In my bed
With all these thoughts
Running though my head
Sick of trying
To cut flesh
With my dagger and knife
Sick of trying
To commit suicide
Sick of never
Knowing why
Sick of being
Sick of thing
Sick of how my eyes always sting
Sick of them stinging
I just want to cry
Sick of wanting
To cry
All I want is to die
Sick of always
Being used and abused
Sick of being
The one to accused
Sick of lies
From the people I trust
Sick of being
Treated like a speak of dust
Sick of always
Feeling sad
Sick of always
Being mad
Sick of being told
That I'm bad
Sick of looking
Back, at what I had
Sick of being
The last to know
Sick of not being able
To go on
On my own
No more
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There you go hope you guys like it, please R&R and let me know if you like it or not. Thanks for reading. ^_^