nowadays i sit hea ..alone....without a thought in mah head
lost in this game ..they call lyf...a gameplay still unread
gotta move up the field....reach the goal i've been seeking...
burdens push me down....weighing me down...dying...
i hold the baLL as tight as i can....not wanting to give..
i have to hold on...do weLL...push myself...why must i live...
drowning.in these falsehoods...that people call truths......
gotta swim up from these lies...need to show proof....
i have to be......what i want to be....no one else espeically....
must live my lyf....the way i want........yet constantly....
mah mind is spinning in directions that i can't perceive..
meandering off the road of lyf.....what do i need....
questions remaning...did u eva lyk me....no...juss leave me....
gotta think quik.....do i need thee.....u have to show me...

neone eva felt lyk that?

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awwz

yea, i felt like that before too.....hehehe......you are a pretty good writer......hehe hope to see more work soon.....this poem was realli good....hehe

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yea felt like that before... urghf

this is a really interesting structure..

mang good poem...

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