Apr 2018
Why am I such an awful person?
I don’t deserve my life.
I deserve to die.
I deserve to rot in hell.
I don’t deserve my friends.
I don’t deserve any of it.
I’m a real *****.
I say rude things and smack talk to people I hardly know because I’ve gotten myself into a ditch.
My mouth gets me in trouble.
It spuds and bunch of *******.
It tells lies and lies and more lies
I don’t deserve to be here.
I’m jealous of a friend in hello poetry because she’s doing so much better than me.
I’m happy that she’s had so much success.
It’s not that I’m not grateful for how far I’ve gone from this site.
But I specifically asked her to stay away so I could have my 15 seconds in the spotlight.
I told her this and you know what she did?
She came and joined the site you know the one I forbid.
She’s been here for 2 days and she wrote a poem that I can’t even begin to convey.
I’m jealous of her success.
I’m jealous of her in general.
She claims to be depressed and can’t do anything right but she has so much potential.
I’m such a horrible person I can’t even be happy for a friend because I’m being blinded by jealousy because we are friends.
I’m such a terrible person I don’t deserve to be alive.
I’m such a terrible person I deserve to go and die.
I’m such a terrible person I’m mean and rude
I’m such a terrible person that’s whenever someone does something I highly dislike I punch or kick and they end up with a bruise.
There’s this boy that I consider my friend.
He did something I didn’t like and he ended with a bruised knee
And instead of apologizing like a nice person would do,
I punched him there so there would be a larger bruise.
I don’t deserve these people I call friends.
I’m mean and controlling and I extremely rude
I don’t deserve to be alive because I’m cruel.
I don’t deserve the people I called friends because they to me they are abused and used.
I don’t deserve to be happy or have anything that I have.
Because I haven’t earned any of it.
I doubt that they would cry if I died.
Because they shouldn’t care.
I should go die and no longer alive.
I don’t deserve my life.
I deserve to die.
I deserve to rot in hell.
I don’t deserve my friends.
I don’t deserve any of it.
I’m a real *****.
I say rude things and smack talk to people I hardly know because I’ve gotten myself into a ditch.
My mouth gets me in trouble.
It spuds and bunch of *******.
It tells lies and lies and more lies
I don’t deserve to be here.
I’m jealous of a friend in hello poetry because she’s doing so much better than me.
I’m happy that she’s had so much success.
It’s not that I’m not grateful for how far I’ve gone from this site.
But I specifically asked her to stay away so I could have my 15 seconds in the spotlight.
I told her this and you know what she did?
She came and joined the site you know the one I forbid.
She’s been here for 2 days and she wrote a poem that I can’t even begin to convey.
I’m jealous of her success.
I’m jealous of her in general.
She claims to be depressed and can’t do anything right but she has so much potential.
I’m such a horrible person I can’t even be happy for a friend because I’m being blinded by jealousy because we are friends.
I’m such a terrible person I don’t deserve to be alive.
I’m such a terrible person I deserve to go and die.
I’m such a terrible person I’m mean and rude
I’m such a terrible person that’s whenever someone does something I highly dislike I punch or kick and they end up with a bruise.
There’s this boy that I consider my friend.
He did something I didn’t like and he ended with a bruised knee
And instead of apologizing like a nice person would do,
I punched him there so there would be a larger bruise.
I don’t deserve these people I call friends.
I’m mean and controlling and I extremely rude
I don’t deserve to be alive because I’m cruel.
I don’t deserve the people I called friends because they to me they are abused and used.
I don’t deserve to be happy or have anything that I have.
Because I haven’t earned any of it.
I doubt that they would cry if I died.
Because they shouldn’t care.
I should go die and no longer alive.
