Poem Eleven

So do you feel better now?
Now that I feel like shit.
So are you happier now?
Narcissist, go take a hit.

I'm so sick of all your crap.
Tired of all you hurting me.
Why don't you fucks leave?
Why the hell can't you all see?

maybe

Maybe I'll change again.
Go back to the way I was before.
Maybe you'll wish I was me again.
And disappear into my core.

Maybe I'll bleed again.
Fade away into the mist here.
I'll just disappear from you.
Maybe I'll have one more beer.

I'm so tired of all the crap.
Sick of the way you all treat.
I only look foward to sleep now,
Or to talking to my girl so sweet.