Fuck fuck fuck
Cussing and swearing
It's never gets better does it
I swear I'm getting worse
But with everyday I'm uncertain
How the fuck do I live?
I'm so unnerved
What's my future hold?
It's looks so blank
I swear I drag myself down
But I can't pick myself up
I wanted to say what I say to others
Maybe it'll help
But all I can think is fuck you
To the reflection I barely call myself
I might as well be someone else
With the masks I've hidden in myself
And locked, chained doors
That'll never open to anyone
Because no one can go through that
Whatever it is
I swear I'm getting worse
With everyday I'm uncertain
It gets blurrier and blurrier
I hope the tears fall soon.
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
