Shut up,
No one wants to hear you bellow and scream.
Just shut up,
You’re not helping anyone or doing anything.
Please, shut up
You’re throwing a tantrum and making a scene.
Shut the fuck up.
You’re hurting mom, you’re hurting yourself, you’re hurting me.
I pitty you.
Listening to you go on like this,
Talking about your worthless existence.
It must be so lonely, but I know you chose this path.
I cannot help you, no one can, and that’s a fact.
You choose to see the worst in everything.
You choose to let people walk on you
You chose to react this way.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Lost Girl
PoetryA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
