Fuck it

ameliewho

Fuck depression and its hold,

I feel stuck, I'm growing mold. 

 

Fuck anxiety, I'm on its leash.

My heart beats too fast, I'm over this beast. 

 

Fuck all the hate, I don't understand...

Wars and fights over religion and land?

 

Fuck the education system, 

Why should I choose? Grades or mentality, I'm going to lose.

 

Fuck the government,

They're no use, all of them hypocrites just tying the noose. 

 

Fuck the media, fuck fame, fuck television, fuck the game.

 

Fuck the laws, fuck the rain, fuck the sunshine, fuck this game. 

 

Fuck Great Britain, Fuck the states, fuck hells entrance, fuck heavens gates. 

 

Fuck mortality, fuck waste, fuck gender, fuck race.

 

Fuck judgement, fuck the call, fuck the world, fuck it all.

 

  • Author: ameliewho (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 29th, 2016 17:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: Done with it all.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WOW AMELIE - You seem in a very negative mood today wanting to copulate everything into oblivion ! Are you really "Done with it all". I find the only good thing - when i reach rock bottom and want to really F**K everything is the the only way is up. What I find paradoxical is that poem with such an anarchistic content has such a rhythmic and rhymic structure ! That give me hope that by tomorrow you'll be out of the "slough of despond" and back up on the "mountain top" ! Thanks for sharing | BRIAN



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