I see life as a video game,
Staring into the pixilated mirror i ask myself,
how many humans self destruct?
i crawl into bed and i wonder,
how many humans can i hurt, break, and manipulate?
playing a game,
how long til i croak?
playing the game with no fucking luck.
character i choose,
olivia, you fucking suck.
I feel like Melinda Sordino,
Zipping my lips closed.
Walking home in silence,
mother wanting to cry at the monster she made.
life is a video game,
and I'm in the lead.
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PoetryFirst few chapters are about this girl then the rest is just my life and me venting. If anyone read this please dont comment shit like "are u ok" or "talk to someone" i really dont need that and i present these problems alot stronger then they are i...
