Why? (good)
no one listens
no one cares
no one will hear me
no one shares
the pressure is building
the pressure is there
theres no release valve
i'll never again dare
now i can see
the pressure is down
the stress is released
and my life is found
i hear things drifferently
i see the worlds colors
everythings a mystery
and its all mine to understand
i write because i have to
i write because i can
i write because it feels good
and it saved life of this man
This poem was written by Artemis Fowl III on May 05, 2008.
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soo true
saved the life of this girl as well
funny what a few words can do
when spoken true
nice job
~lala~