Why bother going out of your way for people who don't care?
Sometimes I feel so stupid for showing my soul and heart bare.
Why bother when everyone leaves you on read?
What do I look like to you, someone who's lying dead?
Why bother making plans when everything gets dashed anyway?
Running out of patience, tired with nothing left to say.
Why bother with a friendship when your told you can't mention God?
I must have had stupid and gullible cunt written on my fod.
Why bother when red flags crop up and lies are always told?
Would rather be alone, away from most, must be getting old.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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Erm, I don't fancy a tattoo of that word! Oops!
But I went for a tattoo (did I?) and the tattooist did 'Eddie Taylor' and said, 'Well, you wanted a tattoo of E.T., so you said! Doh!
Lol E.T.Cunt.
A sad reflection of aging and those things that go with it. Nicely written in good rhyme and even meter. Well done
Appreciate it, thanks.
You are most welcome Shaun
Shaun, the exhaustion and hurt here are palpable. This feels like the moment generosity finally collides with repeated disappointment...raw, angry, and painfully honest. Powerful expression, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal, some people are a waste of time lol.
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