Fuck The World
There’ll be
Struggle.
There’ll be
Success.
There’ll be
Times when light turns to darkness
Love turns to anger
And when the downward spiral of
Life’s trials
Serves as an alarm clock
To awaken from your slumber
And take a hard look
Around.
There’ll be
Hell.
There’ll be
Loss.
There’ll be
Times when you’ll pick up the phone
Line’s dead
And you’ll be reminded
That when shit gets hard
Your loved ones won’t
Be found.
In this big world
So much
Individualism
In the midst of
A Crowd.
They
Have so much pride
Yet
Nothing tangible to show
For why they feel
So Proud.
In the End,
Who loses
Who wins
My bruises
Your sins
I sting
From your bite.
I’m wrong
And you’re right.
I’ll take all your blame
And you’ll feel
No shame.
Your love is a gun.
You shoot me,
Then run.
You prick me
I bleed.
“Please help me!”
I plead.
But you don’t hear me.
All of the cares
And the fucks
That you gave
Are neatly folded
And put away
On a shelf.
I hold a mirror
To your face
I can see you
But you can’t see
Yourself.
You are walking
Talking
Irony.
Fuck the World.