I Hate This World

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Oh what just happened?

For rejection comes in its finest colors

Apparently my roses aren't good enough for you

For you toss them to the side like an old liver

And love is not appreciated, it is mistreated

Like a sad song in the river

I flow like butter in the rain

And never will you see me crying again

For a poet's blues is essential

To the poet that is inside

And you are not a part of our lives anymore

Both me and the poet

Shall be on our way

I am forced to love you, but not anymore

I shall release my butterfly

Away from the darkness

And people are the reason why people drink

Do you want me to go into an alcoholic coma?

For this world is fading

And I can't wait

Get me out of this hellhole!

And today is my bittersweet birthday

For no reason at all

And I think of you only in memory

For you are a building with tainted walls

And all the people you have inside

Are tainted people with no hearts

You will never see my light again

In a shadow of a doubt

And in a shadow of a doubt

There is no mercy...

And I will never forget your face in the rain

Looking down at this smooth butter

Waiting to disappear

And this life that you live is scandalous

Screwing people over with no regrets

And all of your time is promiscuous

As you hang no pictures on the wall

For people are people without a doubt

Creating workplace suicide for others

How sad is this world

When this world is toxic?

How sad is a river without a song?

I pain for the people who are so kind

For do you deem them blind?

Do you see me as an angel without light?

For empaths are real, they are not an illusion

Behold the empath that saves the world

For we are the world, but we are not accepted

Instead you decide to redeem us in the darkness

Just to watch us fail

For people are people

Because you made them that way

For your building is full of tears

And countless shames...

Oh what is in seven thousand names?

I hate this world

For this world hates me

Yet I am smooth as butter

And they are cold as ice

And this world will never know what kindness is,

For kindness is an effort

And people will value your weakness, if you have it

And people will carry your burdens too

Just know that you are the weakest link

And you are a ship that will sink...

And all the world will sink!

It's just a matter of time

And all of you will understand

What real sleep is like

For you don't value one's roses when they're dead

Because you tear them apart when they're alive.       

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 23rd, 2024 10:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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