Who Cares
I f***ing hate this life,
I can't do this,
You leave me in the dark,
I hate the unknown.
I want to kill myself,
End this f***ing torment,
You wouldn't even care,
You'd be fine without me.
I mean absolutely nothing to you,
You show that with your actions,
If I disappeared, you wouldn't notice.
What's the f***ing point.
Take my breath,
Shed my blood,
Cut out my heart and watch it stop,
Take it, lifeless and toss it in the trash,
Who f***ing cares.
I sure don't,
I would be released from this feeling,
This feeling I f***ing hate,
Dread, dark, and evil,
Take my soul and burn it.
I gave it to you, so do with it what you please.
Pour the gas on, light it up.
Flush it down the toilet,
Cut it into pieces,
Crush it with a hammer,
Who. F***ing. Cares. No one.
I wouldn't be missed,
Just a memory of few,
Soon to be forgotten.
No purpose. You took that.
No reason, you took that too,
No f***ing worth, just a mistake.
Might as well just end it all.
Move on to the next stage.
Heaven? Hell? Who f***ing cares.
Already living in hell.
I don't want to feel anymore.
If this is all I have.
F*** it all. F***. It. All.
Goodbye.
Copyright © Daniel Berg | Year Posted 2024
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