My life is just a series
Of one fucking bad decision
After another
They say you learn from your mistakes
And maybe I did
But a fucking lot of good it did me
You can only hear people call you
A fuck up
So many times
Before you start to believe it.
You can only hear the names
For so long
Before you decide to live up to them.
I'm fucking done.
I'm tired of listening to people's
Bullshit.
You want something to talk about?
I'll give it to you.
You can throw your good intentions
Down the fucking drain
For all I care.
You want to see
A bad decision?
My door is open;
But you'd better hurry.
My demons are on their way.
- Author: elphaba993 ( Offline)
- Published: November 17th, 2016 00:20
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 26
Comments2
Powerful and strong words. Good write
Emotionally strong, great write
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