hell on earth

she sits and wonders. what is the purpose of this rollercoaster ride you call life? why so much pain. in one little day? why the constint gult. it keeps picking me away. slowly,slowly the pain is becoming unbearable. slowly,slowy the tears are ganna plumit to the floor. and slowly life is becoming nothing more than hell on earth.

Author's Note

im Not conseted (and i dident spell that right)but i love this

Reviews

[ObscurityNone]

That's what really matters, when it all boils down, is if YOU are the one who enjoys and takes pride, and or love in your writing. This one is not too shabby, nice job.

[Siren]

I can identify all to well with this girl. In a stage where life is hell, writing takes on a completely new meaning. Observing this and putting it into a good piece of writing is very genuine. I appreciate that you didn't sugar-coat this at all. Good write, friend.

[Empty Spaces]

thank you :)

[Siren]

Always welcome (:

[EllenMichelle29]

It may only be short, but it has a message behind it. Just like poems should.
I love it and I really hope you do well with you poetry.
Ellen.

[Empty Spaces]

thank you it really ment alot

[EllenMichelle29]

Your welcome. If you ever want me to review something again, just ask.