With every hit

no one can explain

im tired of their shit

the never ending pain


They don't even care

who i really am

i can't even bare

to them im a piece of spam


They keep complaining

about how i behave

why dpes it have to keep raining

why do they act like im a slave


every single argument

they just want to hate

i feel that i get sent

to a shop where im their bait.



I wrote this poem about 5 years ago. I write dark poems from the heart that everybody can relate to. This poem isnt a story from my personal life, just a dark place in my mind.

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