(Emo Garbage; Pretentious Title)
I can't help if I find nights ripe for poetry
Brevity is a virtue I do not have
And silence is the bane of my creativity
Unfair world!
Cruel world!
I rip out the stars and shame them for laughing
I am sad!
I am lonely!
(As if you didn't already know)
God, get me off my high fucking horse
Because I hate what I see in the mirror