he's not worth it.
death is too good for this boy
who doesn't deserve the life he has,
everything handed to him so easily,
obtaining a girlfriend who somehow cares
for this wretch i couldn't care less about.
her eyes are blind to what he does to
the people she (supposedly) cares about most.
she doesn't see the tears he made,
or pick up the pieces of the broken heart
belonging to our friend, our sister.
he made my sister cry tonight, again.
this is the final time that will happen, for
i believe i'll share my piece.
it seems as though he's the one who
has torn this group of friends apart.
two fawned over him, he undoubtedly knew and
manipulated it for all its worth.
he throws around words of hate without
probable reason to relase them.
he doesn't try for group peace, only
tears us down, for his amusement.
many times, she's crossed the line, all
respect from me lost long ago.
i knew that he would find a way to
bring on more pain, as soon as we thought
the hate had somewhat subsided.
maybe tonight will open his eyes to
what he's done to all of us.
he made my sister cry again tonight...
the thought of him bears one word: disgust.
Monday, Dec. 08, 2003 - 10:45 pm