Another Drunken Poem

I can hardly see any worth to me
I live my life in hollow atrophy
But if you can tell me what people mean when they say life is worth living
I'd do so gladly
and thank you madly
even if it's filled with only suffering
Cause this drunken mess that beckons for the kiss of death
knows nothing of the times when life was fine
when the child I was had a dream to find
and fulfill without a doubt in his mind
of why he should continue this life
And all the friends who came and went
without goodbyes and filled my mind
with hollow lies of adventures we would find
on the path to our hearts desire
Cliche may be accurate to describe the way that made me feel and all the time it took to heal
But truth cares not for the way we feel
or what entertains our spoiled heads filled with gifts from all the best
so we never care what anyone else says
It's just another drunken poem to tell you all I hate myself and the way I've been
and I hate my friends
and the way they sin
with the best intentions
To kill the sorrow and find tomorrow with a head full of inspirations
to fill these pages as if we were all wise sages
but we can't find ourselves let alone the strength to help
another soul who has lost all hope
Best luck to you and may you cope
In a way that destroys less of your soul
Fuck the world
fuck these girls
Fuck the gold from dreams of lure
and lore that preaches your invincible
if you know the right people
It's all a game that always ends the same
Ashamed of life that ends in vain
and hateful of those that made a name

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