This world was a masterpiece
Humans had to come and ruin it
Everything is broken
Held back, but now spoken
Are the words that needed to be said
I feel so dead, to the point that I don't want to get out of bed
The weight of everyday
Has come to betray
The pain in my back and bones
Has surely come to show
Can't take this anymore
It has began to rain and pour
Born here young and ready
Just to die old and sweaty
I've had enough of this
Soon to be thrown into an angry fit
Can't change how it'll all end
Have to try my hardest to bend this depressing reality and turn it into a happy mentality
Full of wisdom and knowledge
Until I get older
Can't contain, must demolish
Knuckles bloodied this must be over
So fucking broken
Is this the time of world end?
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Unreliable Existence
PoetryThis is a collection of almost all of my poetry. I have a few poems in my notebook that I haven't added onto here, but most of them are in here.
