Shit rant poems

Shit

If you feel like screaming

Then go and fucking scream

Because I'm so done with waiting

Or holding it in

Dont bottle up your shit

Just for the sake of others

Sometimes you just have to say fuck it

And do the thing

And go

Fuck

Fuckety

Fuck that

I'm literally

So tired

And dead

I'm done with people

And I feel so shit

I feel like

The more I write

The progressively shitter it gets

And I'm done

Even if wattpad

Is a waiting game

For reads

And feedback

I feel dead

On the inside if anything

I'm just waiting

For validation I certainly won't get

And I think now

That I'm gonna do that thing

Where I shut down emotionally

And don't talk or eat

I feel so fucked up

So fucking fucked up

Just exploring my own mind

And now

I'm stuck

With myself

For two weeks

And I felt a breakdown in the mist

As soon as the bell rang

Signaling the end of the last day

And now one the first day

Of 'freedom'

My mental shit

Well

It's already fighting

And breaking free

God help me

I don't know what I am

I know I'm just being dramatic

Thats what this has to be

Just me dealing with teen bullshit

And being greedy for reads

Or any online attention

But I can't stop it

Because I can't convince myself that this is fake

And I just feel so fucking shit

I. Can't. Fucking. Breathe

God end me