My Place   Author:  57521  Category:(Poetry) Created:(7/19/2002 8:44:00 PM) This post has been Viewed (189 times) I live in the countryside Sun burning me to a crisp Bugs laughing in my face I get in the way of their perfect world. I live on the beach House tried to kill me Waves pulled me under I get in the way of their perfect world. I live in the city Cars run me over People push me off the curb I get in the way of their perfect world. I live on the street My box crumpled and feel to the ground Rain beats me, blood surrounds me I get in the way of their perfect world. I am laying here now Struggling to breathe Everything is leaving The poeple The waves and the sun The bugs the rain My home and my box Cars Its all gone Everything is fine now The blood pours out of my body I am feeling light and free I am hearing my heart beating It stopped........ Why was I born What was my purpose I left no impact on this world when I left I had no say when I was alive I was pushed around Beat down And a victim of my own breath All those years of trying to fit in All those people who wanted me dead I was an outcast They got their wish They are all happy now And everything was my fault I got in the way of their perfect world. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click here Scroll all the way down to read replies. Show all stories by   Author:  57521 ( Click here ) Spring is coming