I would feel rude telling you this,
But I really don’t care.
May the words fly out of my mouth-
As blunt and insensitive.
Because everyone else\'s attempt.
Was a shot to the heart.
Just to miss.
The sadness that now consumes your life.
Was put on by you.
Your entire life has been built-
By showy theatrics.
All the stress-
The tears.
And constant flow of beers.
Is a product of your inability to try.
You complain of no ability to achieve-
When you’ve never even tried.
It gets put on another,
As if it were ever their place to care.
Not to say that you don’t deserve help.
Because you do need it.
But cut the bullshit.
Continue to blame everyone around you,
And I can guarantee you this.
They’ll leave you on the line.