| That's Life #2 Writing Poems Writing poems is a art form I saw it that way I want to stay on writing poems People know me through them And see the real person inside The poems I write is from life�s experience The good and the bad I never want to go back to old Steven Because God makes it even Life got better every day No matter what we do We can all learned something from my poems That�s the beauty of it I taught about life They�re fascinating by them The beauty lies within my poems They saw the beauty And realized some of them they can relate to They�re touched by their hearts Tears rolled from their eyes The poems brought the best out of them In made everyone�s day to love people A artist�s painting is an art form People see the beauty of them The beauty is what they love to see the most It made them feel good and loving inside See the art in poems Called me the artist from the poems I wrote See the story too Called me a storyteller, a great one at that This poems ends at a full swing from a baseball bat An home run made it a final, 1 � 0 The Past The Past When does it end? It never ends when it comes back Tracking me down and haunting me It continued to hurt me more The present may stop it If I played my cards right I trusted the so called friends The present dusted the past off It drove me nuts The past destroyed me in the present My present friends walked away And talked I really did killed his gay brother They made up their mind The past isn�t too kind They took my past friend�s side I looked deep inside of me I can�t sleep in harmony The damage have been done Why can�t they leave the past alone? It belonged in the past, not the present We�re living in the present to the future Not the other way around Please don�t believe everything you hear The past |
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| Suicide Suicide Why me? I�m thinking about killing myself My life is ruined I put a knife through my heart The pain ended for sure A gun is a lot quicker I aimed it at my head and pulled the trigger BANG! I�m dead Instead, I jumped over a bridge The fast lane of cars killed me The last of me splattered all over the highway Nobody wouldn�t know why I killed myself The will to live became the will to die I�m losing grip on life Nobody has time to be there They�re in their own worlds Who would save me? I�m still hurting from the troubles The troubles may cost my life I really don�t know what to do I have to end it for once and for all I�m against the wall of suicide My downfall isn�t escaping the troubles It�s making matters worse In my heart, suicide isn�t the answer But I have no other choice I lost everything at my power My mind is far from living I�m giving it up for good My life is so bent out of shape It�s sending me to an early grave Suicide is the biggest mistake of my life I can�t make it in my life The problems are too hard to face Nobody understand how I feel I can�t be free of the troubles It�s giving me a chance I tried to dance around it I cried my eyes out and found suicide I�ve no one and no place to turn to I must face the music Why me? Suicide |
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