I need your help.
You said: "Talk to me when you need something, I am always here"
So I did.
One day, I said: "I need your help.
My brain is a mess, it's all cluttered out.
Help me take a stop before I break out.
It's all stressed out. How can I make it all out?"
You replied: "Go fix that damn mess yourself.
Suck it up. Go figure it out.
It's your problem. Like I care about that."
Then the next day, you said:
"Help me out. My brain is a mess.
I'm all stressed out. How can I figure it out?"
I thought: "Damn you. It's your problem. Like I care about that."
One day, I said: "I need your help.
My heart's broken and is on the verge of breaking up.
Help me before I tear myself up.
Any advice for the scorned heart?"
You replied: "You're a damn fool.
With a heart like that, nobody will care.
Because people like you deserves to be crushed."
Then the next day, you said:
"Help me out. My heart is broken.
I'm on a verge of tearing up. Any advice to fix it?"
I thought: "Damn you. It's your problem. Like I care about that."
One day, I said: "I need your help.
My face is not perfect and I feel ugly today.
Help me lift my spirits up.
Any advice to boost my confidence?"
You replied: "You're disgusting.
With an appearance like that you should hide yourself in the closet.
Because nobody will admire your hideous look anyway."
Then the next day, you said:
"Help me out. I feel so ugly today.
I don't look right. Can you lift my spirits up?"
I thought: "Damn you. It's your problem. Like I care about that."
One day, I said: "I need your help.
My life is a disaster and I'm on the edge of falling.
Help me out before I completely falter.
How can I save myself from destruction?"
You replied: "You're such a fucking pity party.
Everyone has problems. Why should I care?
Stop complaining about yourself. You only look desperate."
Then the next day, you said:
"Help me out. My life is falling apart.
I'm on the edge of destruction. How can I save myself?"
I thought: "Damn you. It's your problem. Like I care about that."
You need my help.
You said: "Any advice to make me feel better?"
I replied: "Like I care. Fuck you."
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Hypocrisy
PoetryI was angry when I wrote this one. This one is for the so-called "helpers". Come on and lend me your ears, my dear fakers.