Well, fuck.
My life's a mess.
Self esteem is less.
Breaking down, crying,
For all my goddamn dying!
...
Well, fuck!
I'm hurt so bad.
I feel way too sad.
I can't rhyme for shit.
These words they don't seem to fit!
...
Well, FUCK!
I have nobody to trust.
My emotions are unjust.
Nobody fucking cares.
When I am in need of emotional repairs.
...
Well, FUCKING FUCK!!
I promised I wouldn't
And I know I shouldn't
But when my life seems so much in vain,
I will want to inflict self-pain...
...
And here's the thing!
Either you're a loser,
And you let me die in sadness,
You don't care for anybody else
And don't put a stop to this madness.
...
Or you comment and encourage,
And tell me what I should do.
But doest that fucking help me,
When I won't get to see you?
...
Please tell me I'm wrong.
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