You suck: So you kill people

I sent this to a friend of mine on a dark day and I found it on my computer, so I guess I will send this out. I know this is a bad time to send this out there, but it never really is a good time.

People realize
They have nothing

So they fumble around
And whatever they grab
They hold
Because they have
Pretty much nothing
They have nothing at all

And they know deep down
That they still have nothing
So they strap a bomb to themselves

Before they wanted to kill themselves
Now they still want to kill themselves
Notice how nothing really changed. 

Whaaan Im a loser
If I shoot enough people
I will get attention
And people will talk about me 

Waaah I never got laid
Someone didn't mash
Their sex organs with mine
Even after I held doors open

My sex organs don't work
So I have to hurt people 
To feel just a little big
Also I am a scumbag

I think I am god
Even though I cant even love
And all I do is lust and wrath

If any of these a******s
Had any kind of compassion
They would kill themselves
And leave us out of it

But they wont

Author's Note

I know it doesn't rhyme, most of my poems don't rhyme.