there are so many problems on this earth...
how could any one think of birth...
sometimes I think that we are all
better off dead
A Smile on your lips
and a hole in your head
but until the sun finally explodes and kills us all...
that I wont let the problems keep me down...
I wont be the one to wear a frown
if you are worring about them.
and your trying to put the blame on someone
it ain't me...
how about next time you try the
entire human race...
but I still think...
We're Better off dead
Born Frustrated
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/betterooff-dead/
