your so called president This war is on his hands and his hands alone... He's the one that has to get up every day and look into the mirror at himself, and think of all the people he as had killed for no reason... Over nothing but oil, and his own power hungry mind... He's the one who's hands are stained with the blood of the innocent... I hope when he looks into the mirror sees the people he has sent out to be killed, And the families, who are now missing mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters... I hope he is proud of what he is doing to our country... as he stares out over the graves of the nameless, I don't know how he can even sleep at night... I don't under stand how you can call him the leader of this country, When all he does is destroy it... ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; ALONE Sometimes I wonder as I sit here all alone, with just my mind to keep me company.... I wonder weather any one even cares about me.... Weather any one even knows I'm here.... Sometimes I wonder why is it me that was cursed with this life of silence.... Why it is me always by my self, with no friends.... Why am I the one that is always alone, with no one that even knows I'm here, in this world... Why am I the one that is always by myself.... WHY IS IT ME?... WHY... Sometimes I wonder if any one will even know if I was gone... If any one would even care if I just wasn't there at all... would any one even hear that lone distant gun shot in the night, that would mean I was gone for good.... Would any one stop to think what it was.... Would any one even notice that I'm not there any more.... Sometimes I wonder would any one stop to think about me if I just disappeared... Think about the quiet one, all by himself... With no one to talk to... With no one to be with, to keep him company... Sometimes this all feels like a bad dream... I'm waiting for someone to just wake me up, From this life... ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' Death Sometimes I wonder if death can be any worse then life... I'm all alone in this world any way, I've got no friends... sometimes I just want to get away from this word, This prison that is my life... Sometimes I feel like just giving up, No one would even notice if I was gone any way.... no one would hear the gun shot, or see me as I lay Face down on the pavement, slowly dieing as the pure white snow grows the crimson red of my blood.... ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; well my first try a writing poems tell me what you think...please
