Just a selfish asshole
Who apparently doesn't care about anyone
Other than himself
Can't even both to get up for mothers day church
Didn't bother to buy a card
Just because it was a little too hard
What the hell is wrong with you
My bitterness plays with you
I wish I was dead
That would be easier
Everyone else could just go on living that life
That one that's filled with so much damn strife
I have no purpose in this husk of a human
Major Depression
Over Obsession
Can't cut his weight
Surely can't get a date
An absolute loser of a person who can't do anything
With the life given
Games aren't doing anything for you
And you are too lazy to practice your art
What a selfish asshole
This world isn't going to hand you itself on a platter
But to you that's the only thing that matters
You should probably just end it all
It'd be easier than trying to condemn yourself
Quick and easy
It's a two way street
You are a pathetic human
You don't deserve anything you get
The only thing you deserve is to turn back to dust
But even the earth
Would paw you away
Rejected by everyone
Fighting till it's all done
Time to ring the bell
And settle down in your hell
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry Gripe
PoetryWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
