I'm tired 

Of people

Friends that complain about their true friends

I can't be friends with all of you

Simply because you show none back

To value someone at a higher state

Hurts you at any rate

To treat you special 

Even if it's all at the same level

I should be a quiet ******

At least interactions would further interest me

I'm tired of unanswered text

Or accommodating to your standards

I could be the one that make you laugh

But you want that ******* over there to do it 

Not me

Why 

Because I'm not him

Hey I'm a funny *******

I just gave a minor coin value

Me and old abe

Either way the penny is still earned or saved

I dislike how you cry every day he is gone

Don't get me wrong I understand you miss him

No I've never been in love 

I guess I won't understand

I won't understand how to hold certain people over others regardless of the binding situations we are put in

I won't understand that loving everything and everybody for what they are is so **** hard

On the other hand it is a contradiction

A hypocritical statement

Because at the end if the day

When living good noble and kind is a dangerous way to live

That means I'm a badass

But why value all as a million bucks

When you just a penny of a dollar

Can't remember much of what I wanted to say.
Cracked on the porch staring a stray kitten
in the eyes. It wouldn't approach me,
I didn't wanna go near it,
so we just stared.

To make this contract informal;
I'm sick of this planet.
****, it's hard to pity or feel sorry
for people who are just as weak
and pathetic as yourself.
It gets difficult to not just hate them
like you may glare at your reflection
with some type of spite.

They're all diseased and petty,
creatures too smart for their own bodies,
but trapped inside them, caged.
Arrogant, then desperate at their
squishy and feeble vessels,
trying to make meaning where there's vacancy.
Their own holes are full of tar
and dead things.
Their voids hold no "humanity".
Pure rot.

When I die I don't want to leave
a god ****** thing behind.
Not a smile, a foot print,
a handshake, or idea.
No fond memories.
I want this planet to
disassociate
with me as I have it.
The citizens of planet earth
can forget about me.
Should forget about me.

We can't just stare forever.

Do you also wince at the seeds of a watermelon
crawling there inside your mouth?
Do you also feel the bile inside begin swelling?
No way now it won't come out.

I eat only the ripest from the market
yet am forced to spit out with haste.
All the maggots and vermin seem to target
just the fruit I yearn to taste.

Life is a malicious prankster
and whatever grows are her tools.
If you're handed lemons, don't thank her-
for the only ones who take it are fools.