Pain

No one cares about me .........why, I don’t know. I just hate this world and there’s no point of it.
Who would cheer who would cry
Who would care if I happen to die

What will they do when they find me dead
With a pistol in my hand and a shot to the head

Is that the best way to end the pain
Just not going on with another day

I finish it now just get it over with
Walk in front of a car when it's floored in fifth

If i wasn't a chicken I wouldn't be here today
But because I’m a coward I’m here to stay

So painfully I have to wait to see
Them box me up and throw the dirt over me

By Rheanna Brown
Published: 6/3/2005

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