There's Nothing I Can Do About It

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

taken from my book, "Flavortism"

There's Nothing I Can Do About It


It's not very clear

Why I'm alive today

Having no purpose

No reason for being

Drains me of having a reason to live

The days drag on

And the nights never end

In my nightmares

__I suffer

____the most

And as hard as it is

__to get out of bed

Is just as how hard it is

__to find anything good

____about living, at all, these days

The rusted walls

Break when I try to climb them

The blowing wind

Splatters across my face

And I taste God's wrath

Like He doesn't even love me

And as I drown in my own mess

I just keep on not living

My black heart

Ceases to beat in my chest

The cobwebs in my brain

Makes me feel like it's just a waste of space

Taking up room in my head for nothing

I never know what's wrong with me

Why I can't stop talking about my nagging problems

Why I have to beat a dead horse

When nobody wants to hear me complain anymore

But I just can't stop

"Pessimism rhymes more than optimism", I guess

A shitty excuse

But it's all that I have

Amongst any other reason

It's still thee only reason

__that makes any sense

I know I don't have a right to complain

But I'm doing it anyways

It's just traumatic to me

All the drama I make out of ev'ry little thing

Is enough to make the whole world laugh at me

But it doesn't stop my pen

__from throwing a fit

It doesn't take the sin

__out of my life

Not when I wanna take the lives

__of these people oppressing me

Targeting me for not earning any importance

And not earning their respect

It's like I don't matter

So I want their brains to splatter

I know I'll only be happy

If I kill the people who are the cause of my unhappiness

If I could just fuck everybody up who fucks with me

I just want my pain and suffering matched

And only total annihilation of Duncan Haters

Can make up for all this "hurt"

Though I won't be around forever

I know I will suffer until I'm gone

Because I know I can't kill any one

And when I'm dead

__all that will be left

____is mostly me complaining about it


There's nothing I can do about it


08-06-'18 #2

D. L. Cannon

Submitted: August 15, 2018

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