AnxiousMane

my life is trash, i deserve a refund

I can't do anything

Lists, steps, guides,

All fail, all fall

I live as a worthless man, one of the worst of men:

A jobless, insane hermit living with his mother.

With no loved ones, and no life worth living,

Why turn down Death, that sonorous coquette?

Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    but you sure can express yourself, dear kindred soul
    we've all been between jobs, and but also,
    all felt the high of that promotion,
    we've all had car crashes
    but then,
    immersed ourselves in the smell of our brand new car..
    in short, Disaster strikes - often
    for some of us,
    but we also know, just like we've done before
    if we hold-on a little longer
    we'll be lost in those rare
    'good times' of life,
    try not to compare yourself to societies ideal's
    instead, give introspection a chance
    and truthfully ask yourself
    how much of your current situation can you really change or effect?
    and what would those changes merit, as tangible influences
    to your future's trajectory?
    ask yourself the simple questions, with sincerity
    gather your answers, and build something with strong foundations, not easily effected
    by the abundance of random F'ckry
    in the world!
    all the best, dear poet

    • AnxiousMane

      Gramercy for your thoughtful response! I'll do my best



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