The Poem Topic pt.2
Well Since The First Was Deleted, Here Is The 2nd part.
The Truth
I Can't ****ing Take It Anymore.
I Am Sick And Tired of The Same **** Every Single Day:
I Wake Up Alone,
I Go To School Alone,
I Sleep Alone.
During The Day,
No One Gives Me A ****ing Shoulder To Cry on,
No One Gives Me A ****ing Stand to Speak On,
No One Gives Me A ****ing Look Of Concern,
No One Gives Me A ****ing Eye To See.
I Just ****ing Give Without Excepting Any Payback's,
But I When I Ask For A Small ****ing Favor,
Everyone Looks At Me Like I'm ****ing Crazy.
Is Anyone Ever Going To Love Me Like A Best Friend Or A Brother? NO, No One Will Ever Do That But With All That **** I Do For Them, I Should At Least Get An Ounce Of Respect
But Even That Is Too Much For Them To Handle.
Thru-Out My Entire Life, I Have Never Had A Girlfriend.... Well Probably Because No One Loves Me That Way,
Or Probably Because I'm Not Good Looking
Or To Much Of A Gentleman For Them
And People Wonder And Ask Why I Try To Kill Myself Every Night And They Think I'm Joking.......
They Are Dead Wrong.
Why Won't A Girl Talk To Me?
Is It Because Of the Nail Polish?
Is It Because I Am The Nicest Guy In History?
Is It Because I Have Respect For Women Unlike 99% Of The Guys in This World?
Is It Because I Am A Person Who Put's His Soul And Life On The Line Every Minute Of Every ****ing Day Just So They Are Entertained?
I Have No ****ing Idea And I Give Up.
I Give Up On My Family.
I Give Up On My Friends.
I Give Up On My Future.
I Give Up On Myself.
If I Died Right Now,
Would Anyone Care Or Come To Visit Me At My Grave Site?
Let Me Answer That For You............
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