What is this?
A game?
Let's piss off our children
And hope they go insane!
How fun it is for you,
Trapping me in this hole,
Separating me from my friends,
And ruining it all.
I've tried hard to get my life back,
To find someone right for me.
In the end I know you'll break us.
That's fun for you, not me.
Why should I try
At everything I do
If my fait
Always comes back to you.
Fuck this.
I'm done.
I'm not putting up
With your sick twisted fun.
What's the point in a world
Where I'm the joke?
Give me a bag,
I'll make sure I choke.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
PoetryMy random pieces of poetry, both inspired by depression and the happiness that makes me fight on.
