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 Feb 2018 Mama earth
Danial John
If I want to die
                           So what?
If my beliefs are just complex lies
                           So what?
If my friends don't exist
                           So what?
If there's temptations I can't resist
                           So what?
If the broke stay broke and the rich get richer
                           So what?
If I can be reduced to 140 characters and a picture
                           So what?
If my faults are my own and not scars gained from the places I've grown
                           So what?
If I'm cold and alone, impaled on a fork in the road
                           So what?
If reality is meaningless and godly morality is diseasing us
                           So what?
If the good die young and the evil get to continue on
                           So what?
If the world is a beautiful place and the problem is the human race
                           So what?
If this poem rubs you the wrong way and you vow to make the unjust pay
                           So what?
If you feel like I am wrong or I went on to long
                           So what?
                      So what now?
                  So what do we do?
                So what is the point?
                 So what about you?
I wrote this, so what.
 Feb 2018 Mama earth
Eva
Depression
 Feb 2018 Mama earth
Eva
This is not
Something more
Not sadness
No tears that could
Fill up or flood
This is just
Empty
Lacking
Where nothing is
Colour
Just numb
And
Existence.
It means alot
that you have a thought

You waste your times
To read my simple rhymes

You people are great
Might change my fate
Thank you everyone! You guys are great and I just like writing little bits so Thanks
As I read your letters
Laying softly in my bed
I hold a brand new gun
Straight to my head
I wish she still felt the same way. why did she have to get rid of her letters?
© Zachary J Morsette 2013
The things we do
are between me and you.
Shut you lips
you ***** *****.
© Zachary J Morsette 2013
This isn't a poem. Its just me ranting about my shity life. For all of those who dont want to here someone rant about there shity life, there is no one forcing you to read this.

So i'll start by saying that I hate my life. I want to have fun all the time but I cant. I'm to busy helpin my dad. Now what kid doesn't want to help out his old man. Me thats what ****** kid. Jut because I jump up and do something doesnt mean that you can ask me for anything and I'll do it. that not how it works. I'm an adult now and I dont have to tae you'r ****. But that's right I do have to take it. Why? because im a ******* and dont have anywhere else to go. So here I sleep on you couch and smoke **** and go to work. wake up and do it all over again. everyday. over and over. I hate this ****. my life **** bad enough with Her and all my stupid depression **** that I cant help and that you dont understand. I dont see how you can't tell that your own child is dying. I need to be free or go insane. You've seen me snap plenty of times. I just don't know what to do anymore. I just want my old life back. I want Her back. I want it all back. I want mom back. and miss I want her back too. I want my tree house we built. The jeep we always drove everywhere. The big house with room to spare not some little appartment under the place we work. I can't handle this ****. I'm ****** up I know but you dont have to tell me that. I know Im a ******* but whatever. I have some fuced up **** going on in my head and I don't know how to deal with it. If poeple knew what I thought I would be killed or something. arrested for sure maybe torcherd or some ****. Anyways hope all you readers did'nt mind that to much. I think I'm just gunna call it quits on life. I'm to tired to put on the fake smile. later guys
Zach
A sack
The twack

Fire
Feel higher
True desire
© Zachary J Morsette 2014
The day has come
For me to go
I'll be gone
Before the snow

Life is a joke
I don't find funny
Maybe in heaven
Life will be sunny

But I ask myself
Is it even real
And if so
It's to good of a deal

I wasted my life
Commiting my crimes
Explained it all
In simple rhymes

Theres something that
You need to know
You won't agree
But its my time to go.
First poem in a long while. Feels good to write again.
© Zachary J Morsette 2014
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