Useless Living

[HereUntilDeath]

We live with our petty, little, lies. Leading to our pathetic little lives .Hoping that maybe we'll get over our stupid last regrets. Keeping thoughts burning in our minds of places we only hope to see, and focused on things we think we need to be. We are all the same in our own little way, but that is not enough to save the lushes, liars, sinners, heartbreakers and evils in this fucked up world.

Trying is the best I can do, soon I'll be over the lies, above the hate and under the things I need to say. I must admit i quite refuse, to particapate in this orb of hate. I can fix myself and with that I will have enough to take my mind off the living lucksters, things come so easy for you. So how will you ever learn? Get what you want handed to you, You'll never know how to fix what will never break. And that is one conversation I am not having, at least not with you.

Don't take my words to heart they are all run together fucked up and no where near smart. I am ranting, cant you see? That I can't help that I need reasons to try and I am not the one you should count on to be right.


Okay I know this poem is crap... But I got bored and wrote it. I hope someone gets something from it even if it is a good laugh...
Insults?

[a speedo model]

This isn't bad, it's just feels too unfocused. There's no flow and that makes it hard to follow. But keep writing.

[ChasityUndead]

"And that is one conversation I am not having, at least not with you."

That sounds oddly familiar?

But I agree, its unfocused and hard to follow and has no rhythm.
But its not entirely all bad, just try and reword it, refocus it.