Love
I don't feel happy but dont feel sad
I feel empty but I don't feel worthless
I hold a gun filled with bullets with a lad
I beat myself senseless
Yet here I stand with my scars
I am left breathless
The only thing I see are the stars
Fuck life
Fuck living trife
Fuck all the feelings
Fuck all the beatings
Fuck all the lashings
Fuck all the bashings
Fuck all the torture
Fuck this culture
Fuck the world
Fuck the word
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.