looking out helplessly
screaming out endlessly
clawing at life desperately
feeding my brain ecstasy
you got a date with destiny?
destiny ready for you
ruined credibility
renewed incredulity
on and on, incessantly
with your passivity
on drugs and cruelty
lack of acuity
on what anything could do
lack of ingenuity
in creating something laughable
you ruin my soul
and then give me
zero reaction to anything
not to my originally
pleading state,
not to my new
true hate,
i wish the hand i gave you
was retractable
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
