life of little meaning
they wonder why he's breathing
he walks past their chuckles and laughs
until he can breathe at last
only to be criticized
by his own scary little mind
his arms are weak from lifting others up
his heart is tired and no one gives a fuck
they watch him sink into the ground
as they toss his little name around
spitting lies and hiding truths
wasting away their precious youth
one day, instead of receiving gossip,
they will be handed obituaries
they were just that terrible
and his mind was just that scary
YOU ARE READING
too late
Poetryjust a bunch of stuff i write when life's not so great. feel free to comment:)