i fucking hate my life

 i hate my life

 
What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

aged experience, now inspiration's lost
new hope full of mistrust motivation
atrocious dreams seduce my judgement
cracked promises ready to collapse
painting insecure pictures of faith
trust me with trusting you, perplexed
     ruined like this poem

calling it quits?

tooo late or too soon?

blahhhhhh

Death To The People!

...

 give up.

give up

GIVE UP

GIVE THE FUCK UP

always hoping, simple tasks seem too hard, it grows ( Read more... )

 I never thought Id be the one who took the fall ( Read more... )

feb. 19th  =/

somethings wronng here?

SkanK

:/

cut throat