The Fit

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"The Fit"   10//9//02



i have run out of ways

to explain lonesome ways

it's depressing, it sucks

hell, you don't give a fuck

you sit there and read

with mild interest

these words, this poetry

"this is his best?"

so i am tired

of trying to explain

my agony, my hurt

this endless pain

what good does it do

to sit and whine

people get tired of it

after only alittle time

so now i'm mad

i'll sit and pout

this poetry is bad

so now i'll shout

it does no good

it has no use

this life still sucks

i'll take more abuse

write your critiques

do your worst

i don't care

come quench my thirst

hurt my feelings

pain my pages

tatter my confidence

shatter it for ages

it makes no difference

i shall not defer

i've given up the race

i'll settle for third...

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