Treasure Island

Dylan Griffin

(June 9,1992 / Louisiana)

The reason i want death?


The reason i want death?
That is a simple question.
The reason i want death?
Is it becuz im emo?

The reason i want death?
Cuz she's gone now.
The reason i want death?
Cuz im not loved.

The reason i want death?
Cuz i love her.
The reason i want death?
Cuz im dark.

THE REASON I WANT DEATH IS BECUZ I HATE MY LIFE! ! !

Submitted: Friday, December 07, 2007
Edited: Thursday, April 28, 2011

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  • Malini Kadir (3/26/2008 3:46:00 AM)

    For a change hate other people's life...sometimes when you are busy looking out of your window
    you may realize life is not that bitter as it is for some others

    Then perhaps your reason for death........will diminish in comparatives (Report) Reply

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