The Chore

A Poem by r

I am a failure.
I can't do anything right.
Everyone wants to fight.
It keeps me up at night.

I am a f**k up.
I suck at all I do.
I just wish this month was through.
I'm sorry I'm not like you.

I'm tired of struggling.
Everything I do, I force.
Play the facade of course.
And for that I have no remorse.

I guess I must be depressed.
I don't want to get out of bed.
I know that I'm fucked in the head.
That's what they all seem to have said.

I'm sick and tired of everything.
Ready to say f**k it all.
I feel like I've hit a brick wall.
I just seem to stumble around and fall.

Everything is a chore and I'm just tired of it.