things are finished now
I expected this, somehow

never will I be
what I want to be
because I am useless
and a fraud

oh well
this is my reality now
and it *****
just like this poem
since I can't write for ****
maybe I should just quit
but then
I'd be even more cowardly
than I already am

so I guess living a hellish life
is all I got
too bad happiness can't be bought