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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in Early Bytes: 1982-2003

What the?

I'm hurt
To think I hurt you
Didn't mean it
Suppose it's me
I like your pain
It cuts me deep
I hate hurting people
You of all
I wanna cry
But I can't
I feel real shitty
For wot I did to you
I fear myself
Always
I never think
I just do
I'm so sorry for wot I did
I'm a prick
I know it
U know it
I find it hard 2 show it
But I'm as human as u
Fuck this is hard
I'm not great at feeling
But I'm great at thinking
Tho' my prob is
I don't do that much
I just do
Sorry if I did it 2 u
U know
Life's a tough haul
I can never get it right
All I ever do is
Cause a fight
Mind games
Make me stop
I HATE ME
let me die
I shouldn't do this
I'm so cruel
Why do I insist on hurting
Why does it come so naturally
Please somebody kill me
I'm sick of life
I'm sick to death
Mind games are all I have left
I need...
I need relief
I need dirt
I need burial
I need...an end
I'm sick of this shit
All I know how to do is hurt
I've forgotten wot love is
Is this all I'm good for?
Don't say yes!
Please!!!
All I know is pain
A don't know how to give
Only how to take
I need to forget
The beatings
My incestuous sister
My life
I need to forget me
Teach me
Teach me how to care
I'm one fucked up dude
I know wot's right
But I choose wrong
Can I ever get it right?
I feel....tight
Am I human
Am I real
Am I worthwhile
Do I wanna live this life
Lets face it
This guy's a loser
This guy's a dick
You who read this
You are a god
What I wanna be
You know who you are
Wot you are
Me?
I'm just another self absorbed dipshit

© 1994, Mosquitobyte

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