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It's Not Worth It
I use drugs to cover my inability to socialize.
It's not worth it.
I'm hypocritical, cocky, aciting like a preppy jock.
Everything I despise.
I think of my friends, family, everyone I know.
Should I have ever been part of their lives?
I'm alone in this place
all that comes from me
lies.
Frightened, hurt, Angry and dull.
I wonder if this is what it feels like when you're about to die.
I think of the times that made me happy and how distant they are from me, has all this bullshit, my life, just been a lie?
I look at the blade caked with dry blood, my life fills my eyes, spirit, heart.
I think
is it worth it?
The future makes adrenaline fly stronger than the supposed hormones which supposedly make me feel this way.
Fuck America, fuck this world.
You made me, you trained me, you even made me pay.
The taking of life will happen this day.
Insignificant, misunderstood, only part of the whole.
Why are you all so unkind to each other, what is your goal?
happy, shouting, yelling, teasing, endless bombardments of words that are simply words but pack the punch of the bombs you all use to kill each other, children.
I look at the world and find only the blade. blood.
Is it worth it?
Sure as hell made me think. Many snaps and claps coming from my end.
Your comment sounds just like something i would say. The beginning of this poem reminds me of so many guys i've known through out the times. I think you capture nicely what you're out to prove. Well done, and see come see (if you get the chance) what i am up to as well.