Shit rant poems

Part 80: For Now, Unnamed

I can't let the past decide my future

But I can't forget

That the now

Will affect it

And maybe

Always

Depending on how

I make my choices

And

Allll

Of these decision

With uneducated opinions

On my own

Fucking

Fucked up

Issues

So I guess for now

I'll just say to everything

Sorry

I have my own fucking issues

So I don't fucking care

Because my mental health

Feels like

It's stacking up

Which is somehow

Not dissimilar

To paperwork towers

On a workaholics desk

So for now

I invite some

To politely get fucked

In the nicest

Politest way

And

I invite others

To fuck off completely and

Fully

Forever

Offence intended

Because it's what they deserve

And

Then

With the small fraction of whats left

Queitly waiting

Yet

Still

Unsupportive

I invite you to leave

As you provide no value

To my life

And just

Fucking waste

All of my time

Sorry all

That is it

Those are the orders

Sometimes it be like that

For me

I kinda feels like always is

Neverendingly

And all people
In my life

Even in small ways

All they can even really do

Is fuck off

As that

Seems to be

Just the easiest way to put it

Until I sort out

All of my own fucking issues

But I'm not

Ariana Grande

At least

Because

For now

There are less than 99 problems

But I'm sure they'll stack up again

In no time

Or another

But maybe this time

I'll have the tools to deal with them properly

By my self

After I just take some time

Before it

Or me

Breaks the desk

Because a trip to Ikea right now

Might just push me off the edge