UNHAPPY

30 plus years of unhappiness.
Life is and has always been disastrous.
Nothing can save this.
Nothing to comment, except Fuck this.
Always fucking tired.
So fucking tired.
Ah fucking hell am i tired.
I have no energy to do the things i once enjoyed doing in this fucking life.
I can sleep 10 hours and still feel fucking tired.
I see their happiness as i pass them in the stores.
One thing fer sure there isn't any fucking happiness for myself.
Bastards.
Fucking pricks.
Asshole whores.
Enjoy your fucking existence.
I'll continue writhing within my misery.
I wish i could get back the happiness i once held near and dear to my heart before January 14th 1985.
That was the year my eternal pain began.
When my dearest mother's spirit was dispatched to the heavens above.
Since then it's been a repeat of broken heartedness with each close death.
FUCK.
FUCK this fucking shit of a life.
There isn't anymore happiness.
It's nonexistent.
I've accepted the reality of it all.
The completeness there is no more any fucking happiness.

There is only

 UNHAPPY FOR ME!!!