Dear Mr. Nobody.
Who are you?
Why are you even alive?
Why are you so annoying?
Why are you so idiotic?
Why do you even bother trying.
You're not a good friend,
Or bother or son.
You, are a nobody to everyone.
People do not need you in their lives.
People do not want you in their lives.
And if they say different,
They're lying.
You know, they know.
You're just that one pathetic bitch
They take pity on because you are
A nobody.
The down fall from day one
Is the worst.
You're like a shiny new toy,
At first you have something to offer,
But sooner or later
They realize how much of a burden
You really are.
So they stop playing with you,
they find a new toy and move on.
Now you're left sitting under the bed
Watching them be happy
With someone else.
Smiling, laughing, and talking
With someone else.
They won't ever need you again.
You. Are. A. Nobody.
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
