My life is a book
That's written in chapters
Yet it seems
Nothing but disasters

Family hate
And mental problems
What a great way
To make a book blossom

Yet nothing seems
Like its going right
Everyday
A mental fight

To get up
Or to lie back down
That is a question
That makes me frown

For I know the answer
All too well
Though it causes
Me to dwell

Upon the thoughts
I have in the night
They cause
Nothing but fright

Yet chapters are filled
With fear and terror
My life just seems
Like one big error

Nothing goes well
Nothing will
For I deserve nothing
I have no skill

No talent or care
For what I do
Because I know
It'll be nothing new

Just old and boring
Full of pain
That I try
Very hard to maintain

I'm not too good
At keeping my book
Put together
It leaves me shook

It  looks so old
The book I wrote
Of all my pain
So I will not gloat

So goodbye my friends
My family
For there's nothing else
That I can be

A bad poet
A horrid artist
Someone that lacks
Any smartness

So read my book
Though you'll hate it
Halfway through
You'll probably quit