F**k This World

So once again I'm here undone..

But yet there's one..

One person to hold..

The only person who never sold..

Sold out..

That's how I feel..

Like I've got no real emotions in me..

Except for the love I have for my Heroine..

My Perfect Heroine..

She's not perfect I know..

But anyhow..

She makes me feel real..

I read this line once..

"I want life to be as fast as a bullet stuck in a tree, if I can't be that bullet, then I don't want to live"

That's how I feel..

I can't see this god damn escape..

Everyone I know says to me "You need help"

I usually answer "F**k you, F**k your sympathy and f**k your world"

The s**t has hit the fan my dear readers..

My life is meaning less..

Her life is meaning all..

"And I, I won't lie, I won't sin, Maybe I don't wanna go, can't you wait, Maybe I don't wanna go"

Her life for my eternal servitude?

Fair trade..

Diplomatic solutions all around..

So fucked up..

Nothings left for anyone but her..

Farewell..

Author's Note

Honest opinion..

Reviews

[alexlessah]

very good poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime better to have silence then allow disappointment to grow. All of us are walking on a edge. We must do our best to go forward and not allow the world to take us apart. In the end. We must fix our own problems. Better to walk softly and hope for a good ending. A excellent poem.
Coyote