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Sometimes I just want to give up on life
These past 3 years have blasted me with so much strife
No one truly understands what it's like to be me
They talk down to me and that makes me so angry
Saying whatever they **** well please
I'm forced to just put up with it; geeze!
Since life is so unfair
I think to myself "Why should I even care?"
Nobody else does and its warped my mindset
I no longer give the benefit of the doubt.
I assume the worse of everyone.
So many of my "friends" had shown me their true colors
And I hate that I gave them my friendship in the first place.
They certainly didn't deserve it.
Giovanna, Olivia, Melissa
You three girls affected me the worse. I wish I had never met any of you.
You did me so ***** when you unfriended me.
I constantly wish you regret your decision but it's not likely.
I don't even want to mention the women that scammed, extorted and blackmailed me.
They are not worthy of still being in my head
I keep them there tho so as not to repeat my mistakes.
Been a minute since I wrote a poem so I just wanted to get out just about everything I've had on my mind. Some of this goes further back than the 3 years I've been in this state.
Why
After all this time
Why did she enter my dream state
She didn’t even speak she was like a mime
Is this my fate
To dream about women that left me
Now she’s back in my head
I thought I was over her finally
I wish I dreamt about a different woman instead
For those of you who know
This one is about Giovanna, the one that cut me out
You know that she did a number on me, I got so low
For a little while I admit that I did pout
In this dream she hid from me under a table
I still don’t understand why
That was not cool
I almost wanted to cry
After I found her she power walked away
She had a big frown on her face
Let me tell you, I was not okay
I wanted to grab her hand but I felt like it wasn’t my place
When she drove away I snapped back to reality
Again I can’t understand why I dreamt about her
I was so close to finally being happy
Maybe she’ll give me another chance now that she’s older
And if not I might just cry
And wipe away those tears and ask once again “Why”
It’s so bizarre to me why I dreamt about her when I didn’t even have her on my mind before bed. But now that she’s back in my head I’ll attempt to repair our friendship.
Why must everybody who's ever-present slither like snails in ditches? In the dark Isabella Fiorella Elettra Giovanna Rossellini's elderly **** needs probed. The lives of Roman proctologists demand **** probing! Probe us coma toad Comey, robe-free!
1: “What do you mean, first line, chapter 1, 'I was boning a ****** when the phone rang'?” Several centuries later: I was wringing the neck of a delicious chicken for a chicken dinner when I fell to the floor where 2 of my legs broke off & so I couldn't do a chicken-killing chore that I needed a bare minimum of 2 legs for & 2 of my legs fell off & I couldn't do a chore that I needed 2 of my legs for -- Why do you lock your doors? Why? Are you enforcing a border? Have you set boundaries? Why are you so selfish? Who's the lesbian now? Ha?
  Why must everybody who's ever-present slither like snails in ditches? In the dark Isabella Fiorella Elettra Giovanna Rossellini's elderly **** needs probed. The lives of Roman proctologists demand **** probing! Probe us coma toad Comey, robe-free!
“What do you mean, first line, chapter 1, 'I was boning a ****** when the phone rang'?” Several centuries later: I was wringing the neck of a delicious chicken for a chicken dinner when I fell to the floor where 2 of my legs broke off & so I couldn't do a chicken-killing chore that I needed a bare minimum of 2 legs for & 2 of my legs fell off & I couldn't do a chore that I needed 2 of my legs for -- Why do you lock your doors? Why? Are you enforcing a border? Have you set boundaries? Why are you so selfish? Who's the lesbian now? Ha?
  Why must everybody who's ever-present slither like snails in ditches? In the dark Isabella Fiorella Elettra Giovanna Rossellini's elderly **** needs probed. The lives of Roman proctologists demand **** probing! Probe us coma toad Comey, robe-free!
“What do you mean, first line, chapter 1, 'I was boning a ****** when the phone rang'?” Several centuries later: I was wringing the neck of a delicious chicken for a chicken dinner when I fell to the floor where 2 of my legs broke off & so I couldn't do a chicken-killing chore that I needed a bare minimum of 2 legs for & 2 of my legs fell off & I couldn't do a chore that I needed 2 of my legs for -- Why do you lock your doors? Why? Are you enforcing a border? Have you set boundaries? Why are you so selfish? Who's the lesbian now? Ha?
  Why must everybody who's ever-present slither like snails in ditches? In the dark Isabella Fiorella Elettra Giovanna Rossellini's elderly **** needs probed. The lives of Roman proctologists demand **** probing! Probe us coma toad Comey, robe-free!

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