when will destiny take me from this craule earth <br />i can't stand living hear old ladies getting jack for there purse <br />all my love ones ending up in the back of a hurse <br />i want to be the person to ride insleep <br />to never open my eyes to weep <br />weeping is so painful to me <br />i always start to remember that bad memorys <br />my mom is dieing from hept-c <br />damn she wont even be able to see me get a degree <br />it hurt to know your parents are drug addicts <br />getting tookin from them because of there bad habit <br />some call it a habit i call it a diesease <br />when will a bullet come and pierce my heart like a bee sting <br />when god, am i talking to the wrong person <br />is it destiny are you who can end my life for me <br />let me know in a sign <br />i will answer you with my crys <br />from a gun bullet killing me right between the eyes <br />so when destiny well you end my miserable fucking life <br />when come on do it now stop making me wait around <br />i'm tired of seeing loved ones put in the ground take my life <br />and i well never regret it <br />so do it bitch do it now im tired of waiting around. <br /> when will destiny end this shit?<br /><br />phillip dalsing<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-59/
