this is a little poem I wrote at lightning speed some how. I haven't been sleeping I don't really know when I ever truly do. anyway this is just me trying to get everything out and not go too insane. there will probably be a lot more.
Good morning
Waking up to a text,
Usually makes you happy,
Getting a call from a friend,
Would usually make you excited,
Someone telling you they are down the street,
Would make you get up and go out to great them.
But if you've had the week I've had
None of these things are good,
None of them matter,
Everything is what it is.
Shit
Nothing makes any sense,
Everyone is out to get you
There's no one to trust
Everyone's pointing a gun at each other
Just waiting to pull the trigger
I'm constantly checking my back,
Watching out, to see whose
Finger will slip and who gets killed.
It's this little game we all play
And in the end,
Everyone loses
There's no victory, no glory, no honor;
Just anger, greed, deception, and death.
I just love our little Russian roulette we play.
Isn't it just fantastic?
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Poetry
PuisiMost of my poetry has either: Helped me get through tough experiences in life, due to an English assignment, and or it started out as a random thought that turned into something kinda wonderful. All of my poetry is extremely personal and I hope you...
