Sitting in a dark fucking room with dark fucking walls and dark fucking blankets and a dark fucking sky and it's fucking dark.
When does everything have to be so dark now? Why can't at least a little light shine through and show some fucking respect for the rest of us that have been stuck in the dark for so long? It doesn't make any sense, being in the dark. Hopeful lights no longer shine and there's only despair, fights, wars, gangs and death are all that cover the news and nothing makes any fucking sense anymore! Nothing's changing when we don't try to change it. We hate this dismal view but make no more the change hen all we do is bicker about what's happening in the world and what's worse and what needs more air time and when is anyone going to realise this doesn't matter? Bake yourself a fucking cake and shut up unless you're going to try and change the world for what it is.
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Poetic Relapse.
PoetryA place for me to write poetry whenever it arises in my lungs, when I have no air to scream these words that haunt me into my days and night
