ramblings

All I feel is

Frustrated

Grating

Flesh, mind compressed

And spirit withering

Hey, at least I said it.

I feel that

All I’m good for is

Attempt-sex

Money when it fits

And emotional support at its best

I’m here to puff up people’s ego

For them to run-over

Or is it rather,

That I allow myself to beset?

Well for heck’s sake,

Then if that’s all;

Better off dead.

01/28/16

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Author: gerbilette

Write, edit, be. Write, love, poetry.

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