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Life
By: Christopher Adam
Life is short.
Life is long.
You may be here tomorrow, you just may not.
Tell your people you love them.
Tell them you care.
Tell them you'll be alright and you'll see them there.
Oh The...
By: Christopher Adam
Oh the pains
Oh the horrors
Oh the life of me
The black is what I see
The black eyes
The black hair
The black little face is what I see
I lay upon this bed hoping to become someone, but nothing appears
Am I invisable?
Am I alive?
Why am I here?
Oh the loveless life
Oh the darkness days
Oh the silent nights
The days where I sit alone by myself in my room
On top of the bed lays my life
Neatly folded, neatly stored in 70 pages of notebook paper
Oh the book
Oh the horrible life I live
Oh the 70 pages that are worthless
Look in the book
What do you see!
Nothing
Oh the white ink
Oh the crippled fingers
Oh the dark sun
The night is bright
But not tonight
I die alone in my sleep
Oh the silent
Oh the painless death
Oh the heavens I see upon me again
Oh the...only if I see
I'll Be There
By: Christopher Adam
Goodbye...
As I walked towards the door I slammed it shut, and locked it up; forvever?
I walked, I fingered the flowers, I whistled, I laughed, I yelled; forever?
I got on the bus, I walked in the doors of school; forever?
The young boy pulled out his gun, and started a shooting rampage; forever, no for just a minute.
In that minute thirty people were shot, one dead.
I glanced, I smiled, I waved, I said hello; forever doc?
I hugged, I ate, I laughed, I sweated, I loved, I lived, I breathed; forever?
I cried, I closed my eyes, I stopped; forever.
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Unwanted
By: Christopher Adam
Sitting in my room; unwated. Isn't anyone wanting me? I'm so unwanted. I'm with no one. Everything is my fault. Wanting to runaway from the world. Isn't anyone wanting me? I'm so lonely. I'm with me, and no one else. Why is everything, and everyone so hurtful!? Why am I here? Pick me up, and toss me somewhere new. I'm with no one, because I am so unwated.
The Letter
By: Christopher Adam
(This song means nothing, and it's not related to me not one bit, I wrote this to throw in something real, some people might relate, but I am not sucidal!)
Dear World:
Thir is no room for me, and I don't think it will ever be room for me. I get yelled at day in, and out. No one needs me, you don't need me, I don't need me... Everything is my fault! Why am I here; I'm invisable!? I want to sleep, for every, I want the pain to go away, I want to be in peace. Even though this isn't a sucidal letter, this is how I feel; sometimes, and...
Bi ibe accepts me. It's my fault! I can't help, but cry. My feelings have never been gurt like they are now. I'm so tired of this. Maybe there is a way out, maybe there isn't.
I'm afraid, so afraid. I can't bare to be here anymore...
Goodbye!
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