Freestyle poem

All I can do is laugh at the negative things that keep happening to me.

It seems like it’s one thing after another.

And the only way I can get through this is by leaving all my pain elsewhere.

Sweating the pain away because it’s the only way..

The people that care, I don’t want to b***h to 

And the people that don’t care to listen are forced to listen…

I almost cried as I counted the seconds left of my rep count.

I just needed someone there and none of them were.

I don’t know how much longer I can take of this struggle

And all of you that think that I’ll be there when you are bored,

Keep dreaming because I was there and you weren’t when I needed you.

You are just a bunch of sell- outs…nothing but liars.

You just care about yourselves and think you can use me for your own advantage.

Well guess what? I can see right through you.

So, keep on with that fake s**t because you are not someone I call a friend.

You are supposed to be there no matter what.

Am I hurt? no!

I’m pissed about it, so f**k it.

Don’t enjoy this poem, well too bad. 

No one forced you to read it. 

This is the only way that I can heal. Believe it.