Hell, Hate and Everything ElseA Poem by Justin FlumeHell, Hate and Everything Else
Who am I supposed to thank?.. I’d say everyone if I wasn’t so confused.. It’s probably my own fault for not realizing.. Realizing any of the s**t That I put myself
through.. Not stopping when I knew it was too late.. But that just seems like a sickly excuse I know.. Like the undedicated thoughts of my disgusting
mind.. Like the preserving lie that I use to behave
anyway I please..
Should I thank the wolves whom I once deemed
friends?.. Or should I thank the one I dare not name?.. The one who broke me.. Like a children’s toy.. Maybe I should thank g-d for giving me the strength
to survive suicides?.. Or maybe I should shut up…….
I am worthless.. Less than worthless.. A writer who can’t write unless he’s
depressed..
Let the ink dry.. Let it be long forgotten.. I deserve nothing more than that.. Why would I even ask for more?.. I don’t exactly wish to be remembered.. Who would even be there to remember me? .. Old flames and dead friends?..
I can’t even find my place here..
All that’s left is the emotionless shell that I
call my soul.. Stronger.. But never strong enough..
J.F. All Hail King Scum © 2013 Justin FlumeAuthor's Note
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