More than twenty years ago... Your parents who foolishly believed after several months of false courtship of skirting the law in a way that could make anyone's jaw drop down to the worst possible city to live their lives in unholy matrimony. The greatest mistake two people in hate could make is to have someone be born from their hatred and take everything they've ever felt. Slowly, through their mistakes, you would rack up so many defects, which then cause the effects to never be visible. Every bad trait was inherited. Every flaw absorbed. Every error they ever made in their lives recalculated and saved to be avoided in the worst possible way. People hated you for you, and people hated them for getting in the way. People hated them for you, and people hated you for not getting in their way. People stopped hating you eventually, so you hated them instead. And right at the very last second when you felt you could be loved when you felt the world could actually embrace someone as broken, and desolate, and worthless as you someone who has failed so many times someone who has thrown away so many opportunities someone who has balked and hid in cowardice someone who has fought and defended themselves in inopportune times someone who truly felt, thought, believed, and expressed nothing you ******* it up. At least, you think you did. The truth is others did it for you. But you know deep down it was you.
Every facet of you is one unending mistake, and the only reason you still stand is because even God looked upon you and said, "Well, if he can't serve as an example, he'd be better put to use as a warning unto others."
if these ties of cupid however with hearsay were ****** that she'd complicate her nature where her ensemble was audacious but round a hearth with her nomad as beast were her shillings there was her but again wore attire so attractive but as frozen and heartily felt as her gait was thrilling left her gander with grinder eaten.
Shut the door Breathe a little more. Because they say Sticks and stones... Break my bones. And its true. Your words hurt too They cut like knives Stab like swords. Make me feel war headed. Something so dreaded. Ghosts of my past Spawn every year. But im a good person I dont deserve this curse and More and more I begin to imagine a life without you. A place where you dont exist. I will try to presist. But ive got a list One that makes me ******. And your name's on top. what a ******* honor Its like you are a suicide wish donor. Im roasting you And i know you hate me too. But ive escaped. This game. But i just might come back To teach you how to play
I'm a poet, beatboxer, Gamer, Expert procrastinator Hated Loved But not loved by you apparently.
You Who sits behind the screen like a little *****, Makes your profile private So I can't respond to things like "Exactly what I'd expect a 16 year old little ***** to say" You only make me mad by your nature Probably a 50 year-old ******* and troll Who gets off by taunting younger ones Because he's too much of a **** to pick on someone His own size and age, Having no friends or relatives that love him Nobody that respects the ******* he is Probably does drugs Dropped out of school the year he learnt the word "****" Didn't follow much of a lifestyle Blew kids off for twenty bucks I mean, money is money Shares his mothers basement with twelve cousins, Male and female, That he ***** on the daily The only action he really gets And when they aren't there Climbs out of his trollhole To **** with the wrong people
They call me Phoenix Because I roast beats And pedophiles Like yourselves
You got a reaction Question is, Was it what you expected?
I'm okay because I cannot describe all the different ways I'm feeling apathetic. And I give you that smile that hides all the hairline fractures in my heart.
Every wonderful longing is swallowed alive, I'm transcending my emotional capacity to live and love. All my cheer is shallow and without substance, Naught more than a cooked marshmallow: Sweet and crisp without any nourishment.
My wretched self allows me to suffer thus. Isolated when never alone, Alone when in true love, Irreversibly broken, Choking on my frozen dust.