Damnit. Shit. Hell fucking can have my soul.
I'm tired. I'm done. Can't fucking stand it anymore.
All these words, all the bad, they take their toll.
Why the fuck am I saying anything for.
Words have no power, least not what I say.
When I say what I think what I know to be true,
It just echoes as if I'm too far away.
Like I haven't gotta clue.
I know what I see,
She's so freaking beautiful to me.
Yet she's not going to listen, she's not gonna hear.
She wouldn't hear me if I yelled in her ear.
Hell can't torture me anymore than life has
Why can't I be heard why can't my words last
Kinda really sorta very wanna know what I'm doing wrong.
Cause fuck it, the hellish fires, I'm diving in headlong
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Compilation of Poetry
PoetrySome times I just gotta get stuff off my chest. Cry for attention? Probably not. Just want to see if others appreciate my poetry. See what others think. Hey, maybe my emotional side can entertain. :)
