"Sometimes I'd Rather Be Dead..."©

Words escape my feelings
How do I explain
What's inside me...reeling
I'm told that I complain---too much

So many things
need to be said
sometimes I'd
rather be dead

How do I tell you
What's eating me inside
When it's all through
What'll be left of be...beside

How can YOU tell me
You know me better than myself
Can you, will you see
My own personal HELL

Enter my mind
If you even dare
All you'll ever find
Is what I allow you to see

Stereotype me if
It makes you feel better
I'm fine, but I think
It's you who has the problem

So many things
need to be said
sometimes I would
rather be dead

M.A.C.




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