Guess you were right about my cowardice Arrogant, flaccid, talentless Scarred and bloated, hopeless Pompous mind full of potent bullshit Suspicious of smiles, lazy, distrusting Wasted flesh, good for nothing Tears down relationships, builds up walls Bury my phone in the sand to avoid the calls Unsociable loner, downer, groaner In every space an out-of-towner In every face that one blemish Everyday cancer, societal haemorrhage Suicide fetish, self-harm dropout Heart is a vacuum, a wasteland, a drought Criticises others with no jurisdiction A lack of personality better suited to fiction Nothing is warm, nothing is homely How can I hate people and still be lonely? Does it all matter, is life even a factor? Here's to turning the final chapter
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9/7/2020 16:28:09
How can I hate people and still be lonely?
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