CrueLworLD

My thoughts are lost in the midst, buried 6 feet under like they didn’t exist..  if only they had a chance to break free, I wouldn’t have to live in this damn trailer with this rotten roof staring back at me. I‘ve gotten to the point where I just don’t give a fuck, because the thoughts in my head only seem to bring bad luck.. I sit on my couch with this bottle of pain, just trying to contact a moment of sane, to hell with this world, this shitty place.. all u fuckers do is piss in my face, I don’t have a clue why I'm here, maybe if I keep staring into this god damn mirror, I’ll be able to see what I’m about, but I highly doubt it, the mirror begins to shout,
Why are you doing this? is this right? There’s no excuse for this meaningless fight.. I keep feeding you this false information, Do you think you're making sense of this complication? Well today is my last day of trying to make u understand, things just didn’t go over the way I had planned.. It all seems so gloomy and so fucking sad, maybe I’m just pissed.. why am I so mad? like I have a reason to feel this way, who wants these games I’ve decided to play? I’m about to lose it, and give them up.. because I simply, plain stated, don’t give a fuck. Who can help me, and make this right? Maybe its me, and I will never learn how to win this fight.  These thoughts in my brain are beginning to fade.... away they're going, like the money I’ve made, so let me just sit here.. in my shade, and tell all these bastards that I’ve been played.  If I ever get a chance to pay them back, I will make each and every one have a heart attack, so in conclusion to my twisted thoughts, I’ve decided to drink these poisonous shots.