You think this is a poem?!
You think anyone likes this garbage?!
You're a bitch, a whore!
You always say you're alone
but you got friends that care!
Do they even know when you're depressed?
Do you try to give them a hint
when you write "poems"?
They shouldn't even be called friends
if they think you being depressed
is a phase and you will get over it
But I will be with you...
Every single fucking second of your life.
One way to get rid of me
is getting rid of yourself.
