My Whole Life

Waiting is all my life is about,
seeming to never have a completion
or success in it rather to just be
a disappointment to mankind more of..

Morals is how everyone ran their life,
but in my dreams people were free
anarchism and all the other free willed
things were set upon towards not only
me but to what we consider fictional
characters.

Dreams seemed less profound rather than
dreadful and realistically improbable in
this world we call reality,
fucked in the head with scattered brains
all over the fucking white walls in the imprisoned
fucking hell torturous room known as my "home".

Fucking die fucking choke on your own blood in
your throat you fucking maggot,
you worthless piece of shit,
you fucking loser get outa my face...

All the words i recieved from everyone in my family
maybe not the exact words from all of em,
but damn near it..

Breaking me down seemed to be everyones manditory
job towards me,
believing them and allowing the words get to me
was and still is my main duty.

For fucking god sakes leave me the fuck alone life
your killing me each day you puts these people
in my path to critisize me and fucking remind me
about my horrific fucking scars..

FUCK OFF...
was this shit the reason i was put on this earth for?

A fucking toy or a loser...?