"whiner" poems
she stood outside the apartment
finger halfway up her nose
scratching with her free hand
a **** loosely encased
in patchy, ***** blue jeans
ratty sneakers with holes where
her toes and dignity poked through
usually a whiner, a brayer
a donkey among gently purring cats
calling down thunder and racket
like a motorcycle tearing circles through a lamp shop
today, of all days, she swayed
silently
in loose waltz time
to soft piano of a long-dead Frenchman
curling down from speakers
mounted in windows
across the street
her misshapen hips and flexing calf muscles
lifting her up in a rude en pointe
somehow made elegant
by a quiet ballad, a soothing moment
on a hot August morning
in Main Street
of the hinterlands.
2/12/2015
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
I know a writer
She seems like quite the fighter
her arms and legs are covered in scars
But her eyes are so full of stars
I know a writer
Whose future couldn't be brighter
that always seems so sad
Or maybe just a bit mad
I know a writer
Who couldn’t shoot higher
She always looks up on her strolls
For the sky holds all her goals
I know a writer
Sleepless over her typewriter
She often falls asleep in class
But, she has a smile that could cut glass
I know a writer
Who frequents the overnighter
Sleep to her is a foreign ideal
She knows not how it can heal
I know a writer
Who is quick to tire
An hour or two
It’s ever so true
I know a writer
Who's not an outsider
So full of compassion
She runs with a faction
I know a writer
And she's kinda a whiner
Loud and proud
Much like a storm cloud
I know a writer
She's nothing more than a cipher
With her secret codes
Hidden in all of her odes
I know a writer
Who couldn’t be nicer
Always smiling at strangers
She's a real game changer
I know a writer
Who fights like a tiger
She’s stronger than most
But she isn’t one to boast
I know a writer
Who bites like a viper
She can be malignant
But only if you’re distant
I know a writer
And this may seem minor
But her vivid imagination
leads to the beauty of creation
I know a writer
Who couldn’t be wiser
With a heart for spoken word
Though she’s often left unheard
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 6:11 AM UTC
Shout out to the friend who makes your life better
Who helps you out when you are in need and makes you happier
Shout out to the friend who may now be just an acquaintance
The period of friendship was brief but filled with brilliance
Shout out to the seasonal friend who calls you only when they need you
At least they remembered that they can always count on you
Shout out to the friend who gives good advice
Who helped you avoid mistakes and shun your vices
Shout out to the friend who was your competition
Made you realize your potential had no limitation
Shout out to that painfully honest friend,
Who never sugarcoats things and numerous times offend
Shout out to the friend who is the life of the party
Count on them to know when, where and the minute THE event is happening
Shout out to that funny friend who goes the extra mile
Who, after a tough day, still manages to make you smile
Shout out to the friend who is a great listener
Who listens to you vent, rant and complain like a big whiner
Shout out to the perennial friend who’s been around for an eternity
Who reminds you about events of YOUR life that you had forgotten
Shout out to the athletic friend, the talented friend, the smart friend
The witty friend, the friend who always wears the nicest clothes,
The quiet friend, the sarcastic friend, the religious friend, the long-distance friend
Shout out to all of them because they are part of who you are today
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
Oh, what will you give us?
say the sad bells of U.S.
Indeed! You are smitten!
Say the bells of Great Brittan
It is such a pity!
Weep the weak bells of Italy
You did sing, you did dance,
say the smug bells of France
Now, where is your harmony?
Say the cold bells of Germany
It's a terrible plan!
Say the bells of Japan
Oh, don't be a whiner,
Say the red bells of China
Yes, your demise we ushered,
Say the hard bells of Russia
We will use violence
say the black bells of ISIS.
There can be no more borders
Said the New World Order
I will steal your last breath
Said the grey bells of death
We will treat you well
lied the hot bells of hell...
*And, what will you give us?
Say the sad bells of U.S.*
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/31/2015
All rights protected
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
Ones and Zeros
In the online digital world
Every boy and every girl
Are villains and heroes
Who knows which?
Son a of a *****
The truth is lies
Wrapped up in disguise
We want to believe
Electronic love we receive
Is not there to deceive
The flirting
The sexting
The online molexting
**** pic rejecting
Encrypted ascii code
Sent through internet nodes
Wireless whispers transmitted
Thoughts of endearment committed
Fact are conveniently omitted
Lies are ruthlessly submitted
Straight jacket
Packet hackers
Hijacking a loving heart
Holding it ransom is their art
Scourge of the community
Harassing
Surpassing
Any level of dignity
Players and haters
And the masturbators
The downright crazies
Acting like timid daisies
The cheaters
Defeaters
And quite possibly
Wife beaters
The losers
The boozers
Mentally abusers
The popular sexter
Who may not be a her
Quite possibly a guy
But will vehemently deny
The whiner
Data miner
The ********* seeking minor
The scammer
The Christian Damner
Super **** grammar
All thrown in together
With the digital picture collector
And still we’re looking all around
For love to be found
In a world of made believe
That anonymously deceives
We are ones seeking zeroes
Running into villains dressed up as heroes
Hearts shredded and deleted
Retreating and defeated
Yet somehow we try again
Hoping for something less than pain
We are all a little bit insane
Playing the online dating game
One’s and Zero’s
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:15 AM UTC
tonight i
lost it a little
and it's not even night
it's morning
just to be clear
start over...
this MORNING
i
lost it a little
and i don't know
how to be better
i talked at a white shining light
on my computer
i vented
at a webcam
for thirty minutes
and i looked myself in the face
and tried to tell me it'd be alright
but the words choked me
and i couldn't
get them out
and im not trying to be an overdramatic
*******
a whiner
or a ****** kid
i just have abandonment issues
and cutting
and wantingtodietoomuch
issues
and i feel like everyone is biding their time
waiting
to leave me
and i feel like
i can't sew up the child-sized holes
in my dad's heart
and it's ******* father's day
and i can't even do that
i can't ******* replace
the nine other kids
that should be here
i can't make up for that
i am just
one person
one daughter
and i cannot make my daddy
better
and i
hate
it
happy
*******
father's day
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
I'm not trying to be needlessly edgy or ****
But can we lay off Kevin all up in yo Spacey?
I know it seems wrong
But I feel I can understand
Or at least relate
Because when I feel too much love in my heart
For somebody younger
Who is a guy
I start doing crazy ****
Like projecting my life onto his
Maybe he's scared
Maybe he's alone
Maybe I could save someone from that
I have to remind myself that was just me
And that there is no such thing as salvation
When your mistakes are supercharged
Because of the scandalous homosexual element
Yet there's no one to turn to
Because nobody understands
So your actions become louder to drown the silence
The stakes of the mischief grow
There's tens of thousands of dollars in property damage
That can be attributed to my sexuality
You have to find a way to push past that
The only way I found
Is to be open about who you are
Because until then the fear will consume you
You fear they will laugh, mock, judge and hate you
Until you wish they were silent again
And they will do all these things
And you will wish all those things
But you'll be able to face it with strength and honesty
Because your fear is more powerful than their callousness
But more importantly it's better than the alternative
When people discover your nature
Through a mistake you've made
And unleash the wrath of God
They will never give a ****
About how they contribute to these moments
They're only there to throw gas on the fire
They say it's a mistake to ****** a minor
They say it's a mistake to be a whiner
And there's no one who'll ever take your call
Expecting them to understand
Well, that's the biggest mistake of them all
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC
Cry quietly in a corner
Don't make a big scene
Don't let anyone think something's wrong
Remember not to be mean
Cry quietly in a corner
Don't drown anyone in your sorrow
You only have to live through today
You can **** yourself tomorrow
Cry quietly in a corner
Shield yourself from the world
For all they know you just like to cause trouble
Just a bratty little girl
Cry quietly in a corner
Don't let them see your pain
What's the most that they can do, help?
But what from that can you gain?
Cry quietly in a corner
They'll never know what's wrong
When you try to tell he says
"Those **** emo songs"
Cry quietly in a corner
Like the whiner they think you are
Like they care about the reason
Your wrist looks like it has bars
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
"Hey ya, I'm gonna **** you up!"
I hear as I pass in the hallway.
"Yeah, you! Come back so I can teach you a lesson!"
As if I need to learn.
I hear all kinds of **** in this world and I swing
The line outside the mainstream.
I don't give a **** what you think you need,
I'm not gonna play your game.
You're another whiner wanting to be heard, a jack
Without the crowbar.
You lost your mind sometime in the past
And think everybody owes you something.
Well I don't owe you **** so get off my path
I have bigger fish to fry at home.
Back off and find your own lost means and cry
Into your cheerios.
I said back the **** off and leave me be 'fore
I turn around to 'listen'.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
Race-baiting covers for agit-prop agents
splitting white hairs in their dark distress;
with name-calling, bullying, lunch money payments
and shifting the blame for their people’s mess.
Reparations are due for your boring screed
that you scrawled at the helm of the Black Star Liner.
You owe it to those who were forced to read
your obtuse agitations (you Afro-whiner).
Poisonous shout-outs to fallen comrades:
holy Saint Michael in reaper’s hood—
endless blathering racial tirades
poor comrade—your dreams are misunderstood.
You’re obsessed with injustice. That’s nothing new.
You’re a David anointed to overthrow Saul—
(as long as he’s white and less rabid than you,
oh prophet and scribe of the activist call…)
Stay mad at the system. Revile all your foes
with raving, with preaching, with bitter bad words.
Insult all your enemies; list all your woes
as you document stink on your turds.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC
I am the compulsive liar
The occupant of the sleeping quarters
Two doors on your left
Down the passageway
Tread carefully on the slithery porcelain floor tiles
Mind the shells
Mind me
I am the pretender
I do not look you in the eye
For fear of you peeking into my shattered soul
I bury my body in swathes of fabric
This, what you perceive
Is a carefully cultivated illusion
I ache to eject myself
Out of this repugnant figure
I am the nuisance
With a hint of remorse to keep me human
The whiner
Draining you
Please pardon me
As I seek
Absolution from overcompensating.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
Cry quietly in a corner
Don't make a big scene
Don't let anyone know your hurting
Remember not to be mean
Cry quietly in a corner
Don't drown anyone in your sorrow
You only have to live through today
You can **** yourself tomorrow
Cry quietly in a corner
Shield yourself from the world
For all they know you just like to cause trouble
Just a bratty lille girl
Cry quietly in a corner
They'll never know whats wrong
When you try to tell they say
Those **** emo songs
Cry quietly in a corner
Like the whiner they think you are
Like they care about the reason
Your wrist looks like it has bars
Apr 20, 2011
Apr 20, 2011 at 4:46 PM UTC
Today's Tuesday and it's the 31st of December 2013;
A year's end just to open a path for a new beginning.
A eternal cycle of hope given to those with shattered dreams;
A resolution, a choice to be someone new with a passion that gleams.
With the thoughts of the past were we must left behind for history to write;
Now it's the time to alter your fate just do your best to make things right.
For never a moment God forget to look after us, guide us, give us signs to follow;
It's us that sometimes think we are all alone in the dark with only misery and a bitter pills to swallow.
So stand proud and tall never let the weights of negativity drags you down;
Crawl if you must first, to walk then run serve failure as your training ground.
Build a fortress with your bag of hammers, don't let it consume you and start being a whiner;
With a will to change no matter what cards you are dealt with, for once make yourself a winner.
Scream out your name to the night with fireworks roaring;
Held your fists up high like you are holding something burning.
That is the passion, looking forward a brand new year;
A new dawn that for once you will never shed again painful tears.
And here I bid you a happy new year by all means have fun and enjoy;
Seize the day!Have a blast make some noise raise your morale let your passion boil.
Feast and bond with your families and friends just let the good times roll;
For this coming year changes will surely be there, so start making a way to make yourselves whole.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
We've got an old way
of working things out
and an old life
(we are young, sister)
though you say we're young
(I never lie)
but how could we be
since that old dusty memory
is clear…. clear… clear
(ah, yes, you see we're young)
And I didn't say I didn't care
I just want to forget...
and would heaven
be at our door
if it never had happened
(Is that a question?)
well why did it happen?
just to us
(just to us, both of us)
When I am home
I get shivers
and cold feet
as they touch
where he had fallen
and you are out drinking
(I am always here)
as I am sinking
and the fat ugly droplets won't fall
they're weak things tugging at my scalp
if they fall, I can rest
(you sleep better than me)
I want them gone
but my skin is a cage is a desert
(darling, face it. You have dry eyes and a messed-up conscience-)
and whatever tries to seep out
evaporates into nothingness
why had this happened to me?
(you mean us, you silly girl)
What can come from tragedy-
this is no blessing in disguise
(it was bound to happen)
and your eyes are that of an old man's
(our eyes. Looked into the mirror recently? I think not)
yes we are older than him now
headhunters gather strength in their victims
we gather age
(we are young, don't lie to us)
chained together by skin
(bound together is a better word)
invisible to the eyes of others
you sit, ghostlike in the bar
(I haven't had a drink in years!)
Sometimes coming back to the skin we share
you are my sister
my blind spot
(the intelligent side, come to think of it)
the dirt on my tongue
which I haven't found a way to spit out yet
you crunch under my teeth
(you are the dirt, the whiner, the pessimist
the man was a worthless criminal.
I saw him dreaming of us.
and I cannot digest his foul thoughts,
I knew him better than you
I saved our life.)
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 8:11 AM UTC
#One World Limerick
The notion of nations united
gets the global progressives excited.
Their party of Babel
is Nimrod’s own rabble
(we’re left with the Right uninvited).
Values Clarification Limerick
Many worldlings (whose ways we bemoan)
hope their lives we’ll approve and condone.
But we couldn’t care less
for the views they profess;
we just wish they would leave us alone
Roman Limerick
Our antichrist leaders (so Fabian)
are more Nero, and less like Octavian.
So with Caesars and salad
I’ll dress up my ballad.
(The future’s plebeian or Flavian.)
Kente Pajamas Limerick
A racist obtuse Afro-whiner
Tried to give the right-wing a black shiner
While applauding Obama
He railed at my mama
His manners could be a lot finer . . .
Apocalyptic Limerick
The riddles of John’s Revelation
imply a large-scale devastation.
The end is not too clear
but looks rather nuclear:
a well-deserved A–bomb-in-nation.
Freethinking Limerick
An atheist, weary of fables
Found his intellect turning the tables.
He declared: As a nihilist
held to a higher list,
I’m for erasing the labels.
Mendacious Limerick
Fake propaganda as news
only fools those it’s meant to confuse
there is wrong, there is right
when you’re left in the light
of a nation with little to lose.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
All around me are
Worn out faces
Same old places
Nothing is changing at all
On the internet
I meet wonderful people
But they are so far away
And I wonder
Am I slowly dying
Slowly dying
Slowly dying each day
And I'm alone
So alone
And I don't care
Do not care
Anymore at all
To my old therapist
I really hate you
Really hate you
Bleh
What a stupid whiner I am
Whine, don't whine
It doesn't matter
It's a big world
That swallows me whole
I'm out there somewhere
Alone
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
We've got an old way
of working things out
and an old life
(we are young, sister)
though you say we're young
(I never lie)
but how could we be
since that old dusty memory
is clear…. clear… clear
(ah, yes, you see we're young)
And I didn't say I didn't care
I just want to forget...
and would heaven
be at our door
if it never had happened
(Is that a question?)
well why did it happen?
just to us
(just to us, both of us)
When I am home
I get shivers
and cold feet
as they touch
where he had fallen
and you are out drinking
(I am always here)
as I am sinking
and the fat ugly droplets won't fall
they're weak things tugging at my scalp
if they fall, I can rest
(you sleep better than me)
I want them gone
but my skin is a cage is a desert
(darling, face it. You have dry eyes and a messed-up conscience-)
and whatever tries to seep out
evaporates into nothingness
why had this happened to me?
(you mean us, you silly girl)
What can come from tragedy-
this is no blessing in disguise
(it was bound to happen)
and your eyes are that of an old man's
(our eyes. Looked into the mirror recently? I think not)
yes we are older than him now
headhunters gather strength in their victims
we gather age
(we are young, don't lie to us)
chained together by skin
(bound together is a better word)
invisible to the eyes of others
you sit, ghostlike in the bar
(I haven't had a drink in years!)
Sometimes coming back to the skin we share
you are my sister
my blind spot
(the intelligent side, come to think of it)
the dirt on my tongue
which I haven't found a way to spit out yet
you crunch under my teeth
(you are the dirt, the whiner, the pessimist
the man was a worthless criminal.
I saw him dreaming of us.
and I cannot digest his foul thoughts,
I knew him better than you
I saved our life.)
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
The Doctor Will See You Now
holy cow and praise the Lord
things have changed and I got lucky
someone pulled on my ripcord
now my day won't be so sucky
I just got a message from the nurse
she said she heard my crying plea
be sure to bring your wallet or purse
cause this is really gonna cost you see
everyone knows that you're a whiner
phobia should be your middle name
from Oregon to South Carolina
always looking for someone to blame
I can hear the banjos picking in my head
blowing tones from an old brown jug
forgot to take my meds I said
my pulse is quick I've caught a bug
we all know that you are really sick
but it's not a cold, cough or even the flu
you could make an appointment with just a click
you just want attention paid to you
but the doctor split left me here alone
to deal with things and I don't know how
shut you face and get off the phone
the love Doctor will see you now
Gomer LePoet...
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 8:34 AM UTC
Howdy mate, you got some time?
I will buy you a drink,
90ml neat,
if you be a lamb, old sports,
and lend me your company prime.
You see, I am dazed,
awfully blazed,
stunned to the core
the things you will lore
makes me want to tear this heart,
and pull the strings apart.
Don’t you judge so soon,
for I have the calmness of the moon,
but you know the whole story,
how moon survives on star’s glory,
and the cosmos has been rude,
and I don’t mean to be a *****
For it gave me my sunshine
so gorgeous, pristinely divine.
But feels like entoiled by the fate,
oh, how badly I hate
this bafflement, I have conceived,
unable to let go things I have perceived.
Doesn’t that make a demon out of my soul
unwilling to let go the stigmas
and let love be my destiny,
my gift and my goal.
Wait, don’t leave, please stay
the refill in on its way,
Will you speak, if you wish,
say words I am craving for,
that will strangle my dilemma
and all my pain will perish.
ummmm…
you are a colossal idiot…..
yes, not to miss a whiner, so profound
stuck in someone’s past,
who is gonna make you feel warm,
and hold you till the time unbound.
I spit on your coffin,
if you could ever afford one
for doubting her sanctity,
you pathetic hypocrite *****
Yes, the left behind in the past
and there is so much to hide, in fact,
she opened herself to you,
coz she had her integrity intact.
She could have had with you her way,
and left you in utter dismay,
but she chose not to sting
coz that is not her thing.
You don’t yet understand her, do you?
Else, you won’t be in this lousy place
in a tuxedo that you rented
talking to a stranger, seeking solace.
Don’t get cold feet, have some pride,
Don’t you dare let her slide,
coz I have a woman, to whom I surrendered
and life has been one dreamy ride.
Now, here she comes,
cradled in her fur
I am so sure about her,
you too don’t be a blur.
Do the right thing,
I hope you will,
the *** is gone
and here comes the bill.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
Silence you are a curse meant only for wicked wicked men.
why do you treat me as though i were some such person?
that i should be banished to Siberia and left to live forever cold and never alone, always with crushing frozen winds howling in my ears!!?
why do you hate me Silence?
god i must sound like such a whiner, a complainer, a stupid spoilt ungrateful brat.
should i say thank you? thank you for holding my insides in you fists and twisting!? yelling at me YOU AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH!? WELL IF IM NOT ENOUGH THEN HELP ME !
help me.
help me sort the thoughts in my head into organised files.
smart. shallow. self deprecating.
god !
"you have to stop hating yourself so much!" you say whilst your eyes, like daggers, stab into my heart and mind, chipping away at my naked insecurities.
it's the silence that does these things to me.
beautiful serene silence that splits my mind and shakes my very being till the sound of my footsteps is so loud i. can. not. breath! !!!!
WAKE ME UP IN HEAVEN !!!!
wake me up in heaven god, so i can hear your gentle words talk me back to quiet calm serenity with out silence.
that i may lie forever listening to the song of angels filling this hole in my soul.
the hole where soft becomes panic and tap tap tap becomes pain pain pain make it stop!
make. it. go. away. god.
sing to me.
sing me awake and out of this silent nightmare.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
This condition that I be
when the sweat is pouring down from me
is one of body
not of mind
and I find it disconcerting when my shirt is sticking to my chest,
can't get no sleep
can't get no rest
and any zest for life may be
dripping out in sweat from me.
A temporary glitch of mine
an erasure of one line of code
and not the mode which I would choose
win some.lose some winsome whiner
was a time a while ago, sickness didn't go with me, now I see it as a friend with me to the bitter end
and bitter it will surely be
I have no intent to go out willingly
but kicking,screaming,dragging heels
it all feels all too much
I need a tender loving touch,
a little night nurse
loving verse
I'll get much worse you will believe
but in the meanwhile
I wipe the sweat off with my sleeve
and carry on as normal.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
I'm a born mourner;
Not a whimperer,
Or whiner;
Don't cry for me,
Don't worry for me.
Let me mourn.
Although an orphan,
A singleton,
I'm better off
Than all the dead poets,
Stacked one atop the other,
Babel high.
When that high,
It's a sudden drop.
If somethings human
Should locate
Forty percent of my bones
Sometime down their road,
Then you can worry about me.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
You probably think that it's simple being me
I'll make it very clear
So that you can hear
That sometimes I want another route
Sometimes I just want to simply get out
I think sometimes of how I am quickly failing
You probably saw it and just thought I was ******** and wailing
That I was a whiner, loser and complainer
When I was just struggling trying to stay saner
Whether or not you cared or bothered to see
You must have known you were mentally torturing me
As I struggled and struggled all throughout
Just simply trying to get out
I sometimes think about how I am trapped
That I could escape to a place untapped
That I could move and hide somewhere safely
But you don't care to listen, you haven't cared lately
That I wanted to escape somewhere new to sprout
That all I want is to simply get out
I think sometimes that I wish I wasn't me
I pray to God that He will see
That there is someone else I would rather be
That I could not feel so trapped and wallow about
That I could simply just get out
I sometimes drive home and it's quiet
Radio's out and now my head is a riot
I think the thoughts I think
And then my heart begins to sink
That this flesh I could begin to peel
If I just turn the steering wheel
Taking me to a different route
Finding a simple way to get out
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
Be happy
Be happy
Be happy
Be happy
Be happy
Be happy
b e happy
Be h a ..ppy
Be happy
Be happy
Be HAppy
Be haPPY
BE HAPPY
BE HAAAPPY
BE HAPPPPPY
HAPPY
HAPPY
HAPPY
BE
HAPPY
B E
HAPPY
B
E
H
A
P
Y
BE
*******
HAPPY
BE
FUCKING
H A P P Y
I'm trying to remember
To be happy
They say it's a choice
I just have to tell myself
Stop crying
Be happy
I keep telling myself
Stop crying
Be happy
I'll repeat myself
Stop crying
Be happy
When will it work
Or will I just keep
Repeating myself
Stop crying
Be happy
The words lose meaning
It's just gibberish
It's mush
I'm mush
Can I love myself
Can I believe myself
Can I choose to leave
My suffering
I want to stop crying
I want to stop breaking
My own heart
It hurts
So everything hurts
Down the hole I go
Dark and desperate
Crying all the time
But if I tell myself
To smile
Will it help
For awhile
Then I'll fall
Crash into the abyss
Loneliness
My solitude
Give me no gratitude
Let me loathe myself
Til I can climb the hole
And breathe again
Does it really work
I keep trying
A broken record
I'm annoying for sure
But here I go
Be happy
Loser
Be happy
Poser
Be happy
Whiner
Be happy
Be happy
Be happy
Failure
Be happy
I can't seem to just
Be happy
Let my body rest
Let me do things I love
I can always climb above
But it takes me unreasonably long
To stop the dreadful song
And just be ******* happy
Or least
Halfway content
Just
Something
That isn't
This suffering
Love myself
Ha
And forgive myself
Ha
And forget the bad
Haha
And be
Content
For just
A minute
Please
Jun 2, 2022
Jun 2, 2022 at 4:53 PM UTC