This stuff is kinda edgy, this is more of a vent page than anything. Sometimes, I might make a safer poem but most of the time, I just really need to vent. Being a teenager is kinda stressful, if this kind of stuff isn't for you, you can always return home.
The world suffers yet they laugh?
Are they crazy? Are they unaware?
Their greed sickens me.
We are all going to die horribly.
They will cause the rapture with their bare hands.
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My voice hardly works anymore.
They treat me like the monster, yet they refuse to look in the mirror; refuse to reflect
Why must they see me this way? Am I cursed?
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Sometimes I wonder, "Am I in Hell?", or "Do I maybe deserve this?"
By some horrific miracle, time marches forth.
I wish I knew what horrible sin I commited to deserve this.
No matter how much I scream, cry, struggle or even beg for help I'll never get any.
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Maybe I do not deserve help or mercy.
Maybe I am the monster, the incel, the psycho they think I am.
They tell me that I am and then tell me that they had never told me.
Is my suffering a joke to them? Is everyone else's?
Probably.