What The Fu**

by Writtenpain   Mar 20, 2011


I hate waking up
to nothing to live for
everyday I'm asking myself what
and why my body is sore
my mind is being crush from all these thoughts
racing as if ocean waves rush
banging roughly against rocks
I'm tired of biting my tongue
and closing my eyes
wanting to die or run
away from laughter and cries
i hate looking at faces
and the sunlight that shine
adventuring different places
and wanting to stop time
sinking in thick sand
I'm down to my last breath
i hate this world so much
all the a**es you have to kiss
and all the di**s you have to suck
i don't want to be loved or touched
all i can think of is what the fu**

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  • 13 years ago

    by Jess

    I love all of your poetry.
    the ones i read anyways.
    :))
    this poem in by far my favorite though.
    I dont know why, it just is.
    dont stop writing, you have some real potential.

    And it would be greatly appriciated if you could comment and rate one of my poems.
    thanks love!

    -jesss.

  • 13 years ago

    by Writtenpain

    Pretty much:)

  • 13 years ago

    by paige

    I added this poem to my favorate list.
    10/10.
    xoxo

  • 13 years ago

    by Rick5191

    I know exactly what you mean. nice poem. As for constructive criticism, I can say that you should change crush to crushed, so it makes a little more sense. and rush to rushed if you feel like it, but thats not as important. Keep on doin what you do dude.

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