Take comfort from me,
Cry if you must,
I know you've been marred,
I know you've been tired.
Wicked world, ain't it?
Never gave you pearls,
Never failed to annoy you,
And make you suffer.
Friends, do you call them?
More like suckers,
For attention, and love,
Always asks, never gives.
Are you tired, Joseph?
Find comfort in me,
I know your tragedies,
Even your whole story.
I am your friend, see,
You're most welcome,
When you need something, ask,
I will give you some.
Cruel fate, isn't it?
Such a deceptive one,
How can you endure all these?
Why do you give a damn?
Better shut, isn't it?
And let them ruin themselves,
Why do you always get, tell me,
The shorter end of bargains?
Damn it, Joseph!
Are you trying to be a saint?
Well, saints are no better,
Than demons these days!
They preach and teach,
But never really reached,
A point where they tried,
Things of which they speak.
Tell me, Joseph, answer!
This poem is stuck here,
It may never be read by anyone,
Feel free to spit on me!
Why are you going on!
Living the way God wants?!
Are you sure? Are you f**king sure?
That's really what He wants?
You're an idiot, a fool!
Burn your soul i hell!
This poems here, yeah,
No story to tell.
You were never noticed, right?
Never got what you want,
No one bothers to check on you,
Let alone look twice.
You're underestimated,
You're taken for granted,
You know whats the problem?
You're completely fine with that!
And you know what, Joseph?
Go to hell.
