I know how I feel
And I know that I shouldn’t
I feel stupid for feeling the way I do but I can't help it anymore
Would I be here if it wasn’t for them?
No is the answer
But do they care now?
No they don’t seem to
They are fake towards me and loving to each other
They don’t need me I am an addition
So I will leave not come back
What is the point of being here otherwise?
I don’t care what others think
And I don’t care what they think
I’m bored of being alone
Just because I say I am more of an alone person doesn’t mean I am telling the truth
I just like time alone to read
My head is a mess
And you keep telling me to sort it
But what is the point really
You really don’t care
And I know I don’t mean that much to you
I don’t care that I have a messed up head
And I don’t care about it either
It might sort its self out
But it might not
Who cares really
I know that I won’t last longer than 3 years
And I don’t give a crap
Sod the world I don’t care
I have nothing to live for and I know it
I’m going my way and you go yours
Don’t worry about me
We will meet back in hell.
[b]this is the first poem i have put on here and i would love to know what you think of my style of of writing and if you like it all feedback welcome
