Let me tell you about a pathetic loser
Who is on their way out
Cause life’s gone and shown them what its all about
It isn’t happiness and it isn’t smiles
Its misery and choking on bile
But don’t cry, don’t have fear
Cause when this losers end is near
They won’t cry, they’ll laugh
Cause an ends better than half
A life, suffocating underneath
The weight of the thief
Who stole their happiness
And replaced it with this crappiness
And the worst part?
It was like this from the start
Cause the thief’s name was the loser
And the loser was just a forgotten cur
Who could have moved forward with life
But instead drowned in their own strife
And wasted time writing sappy poems
Filled with nonsense hymns
I know, pathetic, right?
1 comment
Hi. You’re not “wasting time” by writing poems. If it helps you, then you should definitely do it. It looks like this is your first post here. If you’d like to write a little more about what’s happening, I’m sure people will listen or offer advice.