I'm so tired.A Poem by Robert A. PachecoI've decided to write how I truely feel about the world (Excluding some, that these don't apply to).I'm so sick and tired of all these lies, So much pain, as everyone dies. I'm so sick of everyone's words, I hope they rott, eyes being pecked out by birds.
You see, I've been going through a rough time, Writing is the only medicine for it... I speak my mind. Seek the answers and you will find, That you'll never truely find them, not even til it's your time.
I'm tired of all these people's hate, Cutting others off, like an un-hoppable gate. I can't stand those other hypicrits, Their life, is never well spent.
I'm on my peak, screaming "F**K THE WORLD! I HOPE EVERYONE DIES!" While my feelings fall, like raindrops from my eyes. I hold so much hate in my heart, But now, I'm starting to fall apart.
Hypicrits, Haters, and others too, I hope they never reach the ears of you. If they get into your head, there's no turning back, Nothing, and nobody will give you slack.
I'm so f*****g sick of everything in this world of new, The gangs, the wars, suffering and the flu. Life isn't about happiness, prosperity or peace, It's about us starving, while the bad people feast.
My whole point of this poem was to flame, I'm not looking for anything more, than to relieve this pain. I'm myself, yes, Robert is my name, I'm not looking for fame, but just a reliefe, of this pain.
These wars, such a hard thing to do, Families cry, for the ones that had lives that were due. Gangs, fights, rape, and many more, I wish it'd all stop, just for a day, maybe more. © 2008 Robert A. PachecoAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 10, 2008 AuthorRobert A. PachecoNorth Creek, NYAboutHello. My name is Rob, and I've only just come back to the Cafe', since 2008. more..Writing
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