I'm alone in the world,
Not happy at all.
I hide my face under a paper bag,
yet try to stand tall.
This world is only human,
Not "godly" at all.
The preachers keep preaching.
But I've hit a wall,
they're lying of course.
But I'm dying of course.
You're giving me false hope,
All these fakes just mope,
While I'm sitting here wondering why I'm still here.
"My mother tried to abort me..."
My mother is queer.
Do you ever wonder how the happiest people stay happy all the time?
These fake and happy messages are quite sublime.
But didn't anyone teach you not to lie to children?
Let them keep their innocence,
only to be destroyed in the real world.
It's kind of absurd,
but it's been done before.
Everyday.
Adults say it's okay.
But it's really fucking not.
Let me go away!
They tell us suicide's for coward,
But we know that they're wrong.
They tell us all their bullshit and lie right to your face.
They tell you to be happy but make you feel disgraced.
Living is redundant and stupid
Save it for another day.
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Last Night
PoetryDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
