this is a shitty poem no reason to gloat or drone just thought, i'd sit and write some words of how i hate this hell hole earth guys are dicks the chicks are sluts lil girls run around in tummy shirts 9 year olds think they 'got big dick' try to hack some email never works cos im missin my brain microwaved it and gave it to Cane. don't give a fuck, i'm a pagan now dont tell me about your thorny crown he died for your sins then why's there a hell? and why am i in it? there's a bitch at school who thinks she's top shit well, she's got one thing right. she sucks a lotta dick i had fun kickin her ass punchin her chest, and beatin her flab not that she's fat she's just a bitch she kissed my fuckin boyfriend and called me a witch then she's tryin to say that she kicked my ass shoulda broke her nose, or killed her fuckin ass. my sister used to beat me is that why there's so much evil hatred inside me? my dad beat my sister ha, this makes for some fucked up circle. my parents ignore me hell, no one adores me people at school don't know i exsist pop me like a bubble, wouldn't be missed. people drink but why don't i? got raised with morals that were too fuckin high. i don't have fun just sit at home. wodnerin why i'm all alone. the only light's my computer screen or a new dead scene but what the fuck. no one cares people just stare used to be smart didn't care -now all i wear is black underwear. feel fatter than a fuckin hieffer, but i aint. size 7. but hell, that britney spears aint. s'posed to be some stupid lil slut whos a size 0, who aint got a lil bit of gut. supposed to have triple d boobs. boyfriend don't care or so it seems sit there starin at the scree. roll your fuckin eyes again at me you'll see my evil, hell, i'm 7 shades of green he don't know the real me. no one does just crazy fuckers who would rather shoot themselves then be near me i hear me hear the skitzo's in my head tellin me i'm better off dead but lord knows i won't do it too fuckin chicken i'll only try to use it. so this is all for now, maybe i'll write a part two later? you can print it off and become a 2-bit people hater.
Reason for writing:
no reason. it's just a shitty day. doesn't rhyme or anything. don't care right now. any input on any of the poems is greatly appreciated!
Birth sign: Aries
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