Sad Shitty Poem

They ask me “why do you write those sad poems?”

Why?

Why do I write these poems?

Let me ask a question

Why must I lay in my bed crying because of who I am

And write this these sad shitty poems

Why must I lie to those around me

And write these sad shitty poems

Why must I feel like I never fit

And write these sad shitty poems

Why must the people I love most leave me feeling like nothing

And make me write these sad shitty poems

Why does my family make me feel like my opinion doesn’t matter

And make me write these sad shitty poems

Why when I wake up each morning I dread the day to come

And write these sad shitty poems

Why must I feel like I can never truly say what I feel

Unless its in a sad shitty poem

Why must the world make me feel empty

And make me write these sad shitty poems

Why do I constantly contemplate killing myself

And write these sad shitty poems instead.

Just fuck it, I won’t write.

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