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A girl approached me at the store,
I said get away you nasty… girl
She followed me back to my truck,
She kept asking me if i wanted to… go to the movies
We went to the cineplex,
She asked me if i wanted to have… some popcorn
I finally feel that my feelings on fate - all died out - I cried out as you desecrate - everything we had that took so long to create - the only real feeling I’m feeling is hate - for so long I held out hope - but now I’ve given up on trying to cope - with all of the bullshit - with all of the lies - hope dies - after all is said and through - fuck you - for telling me you love me - as you shove me - further away - I pray for the day - when it all falls apart - so you may remember these words I impart - fuck you - for wanting to be my wife - give me back that nine months of my life - you shit on my memories and tell me it’s me - well, bitch - you’re the one who’s fucking crazy - you told you wish you could spilt yourself in two - so I could be happy - and he could be too -
I’ve been miserable lately without you
But I would rather be in agony, waiting for you
Then forget about you and just be “OK”
When I held you in my arms and you told me you loved me I was truly happy.
I would rather suffer for a chance at true happiness then live forever feeling “OK”
I don’t want to be “OK”
Before I met you I never knew what true sadness was
Before I met you I never knew what true happiness was
Up and downs, lows and highs,
Constantly shifting, it’s never the same.
It’s all inconsistent, it’s all so inane.
A pipe or a needle; to blur out the pain,
The haze of elation, you know that it’s fake.
It’s all coming back the moment you wake.
“Anything so I won’t feel like this”
You’re killing your mind, but ignorance is bliss.
Reality can be so unkind
You can’t go back, can’t rewind.
You need to forget, just need to unwind
You infuse your mind with artificial happiness.
All that I see
around me
is bad poetry.
I’m sick of your shit,
It all sounds the same.
It’s a shame you’re so lame.
You’re hurtin’ inside and need somewhere to confide.
But half of your crap doesn’t even rhyme,
And in time
You’ll find that you were just a StereoType,
Typing with Tool on your Stereo.
You’re sad and we get it,
But you don’t have to shit it—
Out in our faces, in the form of text
You need to get Sext
You should feel ashamed of yourself…
NO WAIT!!
Please be happy,
Cuz your poetry is crappy.
I don’t want to seem emo but my life’s a drag
Can’t sleep - so I go out and suck on a fag
I mean a cigarette, not a dude’s pole
Because I’m not gay - that ain’t how I roll
I’ve been getting fucked in the butt.
In a metaphorical way (and the reason‘s cliché - a girl)
Now I’m in a rut.
I can’t do anything - my body won’t function
All because of this relational dysfunction
Tried everything but my words don’t mean shit
I’m losing my mind now - bit by bit
I can’t think straight right now at school
I was hoping this all was an April fool
But it hasn’t been April 1st for more then a week
I’m feeling weak - but not ready to submit.
A girl approached me at the store,
I said get away you nasty… girl
She followed me back to my truck,
She kept asking me if i wanted to… go to the movies
We went to the cineplex,
She asked me if i wanted to have… some popcorn
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