Fool And F*ck Up

The 2 A.M Writer

My knuckles are swollen

My head is another type of case

Down the stairs, up the creek

Seems I covered in bruises and burned all my bridges

Now I'm just another teenage angst case with no clue

Throw me into the pile

Give me my Cobain

And give me my destructive head rush

...

Suicidal and a basket case

Listen to the same song, 50 times repeat

I'll never know just how daddy feels

He's always passed out on the fucking couch with his friend Miller

My head hurts so I'll put it through drywall

Irony in my own relief is my closure

Give me my MTV

And let me zone the fuck out

...

I"m just a nowhere man

Never listen, never care

Always trashed, everywhere

I'm always smashed, anywhere

Because the second hangovers are the worst

...

Yeah I know I'm a mess

But just give me my ADHD

And the Ritalin

And the Xanax

And the generation

...

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 23rd, 2017 21:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: Experimenting with new writing styles. This one was fun to write and the meaning is more about angst and shit like that
  • Category: Unclassified
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