I hate my life.
Nothing ever goes the right way.
I hate my life,
it's just another fucking day.
Another day of pure straight hell.
Another day of wearing this fake smile
while inside i yell.
I hate my life.
its pointless to wake,
I hate my life,
and all these fucking pills I take.
I swallow them hard,
wait for the effect,
Ill swallow them all,
pray to God there's no defect.
I hate my life,
I should end it now,
I hate my life,
somebody please!
Please tell me how.
Should I make a scene?
A bloody one at that,
or should i be discrete
and wait for the smell to attract?
I hate my life,
and you would too.
You would hate your life,
if this were you.
Heather Browning
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-life-125/
