Get so frustrated you start to hit yourself

Just let me vent you cocksucker

Who the fuck are you
Get out of my thread
You can't understand my feelings?
Have you experienced true suffering?
Come back when life has crushed you
And maybe you'll understand where I'm coming from

I need to take a shit
I wish somebody gave a shit
I give shits
But nobody takes my shit

Do I care too much?
Or do others not care enough?
Do I care about the wrong things?
Why would anybody care

What is a family?
Are they supposed to support each other?
What happens when they fail to do that?
When they fail to see the extent of my failings
Putting too much faith in my success
Where there is none to be found

What is a friend?
Somebody to talk to?
Entertainment?
What do they get?
Do I get it in return?
Am I just a toy?
Their plaything when they are bored?
Maybe some of them care
I care about them

what are you 15 years old grow up

How do I cry for help?
Am I supposed to attempt suicide?
Asking doesn't work
They just tell me things that don't help
They'll give me medication to sedate me
I don't want to be sedated
It's normal to feel
I don't want to stop feeling
But I wish I would stop feeling this way

I am grown up
I'm an adult
But on the inside
I'm still a scared child
Who needs to be nurtured
In the past I would have died by now
And I think that would have been for the best

Nigga where'd you find my notebook from my 14-year-old emo phase

I cling to hope
And watch it slip through my fingers
Each and every time
How much must I endure
Will things get better?
Could they get worse?
I'm at a low
But I can still go lower
And I find myself
sinking
ever
deeper

You made me smile
Thank you
I know it's pathetic
But I have to let it out

Don't hit walls, hit vegetables!
when I got super duper angry I would hit my zucchini on the counter while screaming.

great stress reliever

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Perhaps it's time to let this place go
But I doubt I can leave it for long
Maybe is a cursed word
Maybe this
Maybe that
Having hope
Losing hope
There is no hope
Only what is

Tripfags are lame
But I guess I'm much lamer
Wallowing in my sorrows
Instead of dragging myself out
I can't rely on anybody else to do it

Understanding
How I long for it
But the longer I live
The more I realize
That nobody will understand
Or perhaps they are unwilling
In denial of a person so pathetic
That he can't even be normal
Problems? Issues? Complications?
No, you're just lazy
Those things are fake
You're making it all up
Excuses excuses
You're so lazy

This is a nice poetry thread

So I'll live alone
In a small room
Working for a meager sum
With people who don't understand
People I can't understand
They'll ask me questions
But they'll never understand
They'll only judge
Swiftly
Harshly
Like a blade across my neck
Killing me not physically
But in spirit

I don't even like poetry
But expression is nice
It feels good to express
Cathartic
That's all I need
It's been bottled up too long
And tonight
I burst

Well
you are kinda good at it

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I appreciate it
Even if my intent wasn't to create poetry
I suppose that is what a poem is
Expression
Now I feel like a dork

Cigarettes pass the time
Take a smoke break
Maybe something will have changed
In that brief period
I saw some ants crawling along the wall
And I realized that even they have each other

Who do I have?
Do they have me?
Or am I merely tolerated
An obligation to be fulfilled

Something gnaws inside
Anxiety?
Fear?
Or am I just tired
Tired of living
Tired of sleeping
Tired of being tired
Tired of it all

You can't sleep if you're waiting
You may miss the chance
But if that chance doesn't come
Perhaps you should have just slept

Dirty room
Dirty mind
Dirty body
I'm not clean
I'm never clean
Clean things get dirty
You can clean dirty things
But they always get dirty again

Is there an escape?
You can't escape your mind
You can only distract it

Why do people change
For themselves or for others?
Who is more important to please?
What if you can never please yourself
But you also can never please another
Never good enough
But always mediocre

Work to survive
Survive to work
Working on things
You'd rather not work on
To continue living a life
You'd rather not live

Something broke
Can it be fixed
What if it broke long ago
And the parts became rusted
Never again to be the same

I'm sorry to all of those who I let down
You expected so much more
But I expect little from myself
So whose expectations should I live up to?

Do all animals find a mate?
Or is that they are unable to complain
They die alone and afraid
Their mating calls echo out into the void
Never to be returned

What is the mating call of the human?
Surely something more complex
Intricate and confusing
Something not found in nature
But manufactured

Did I say the wrong thing?
What else could I have said?
Should I have said nothing?
Nothing could be said
But could you say nothing
And still say something?

This is some
Terrible fucking poetry
You will keep on writing more
But we wish you didn't

Thanks for bumping the thread
Your input is appreciated
But I'm not doing this for you
It's purely for me

Things I bought no longer bring me joy
Where do you find meaning
In meaningless things
What things bring meaning?
I want to let it all go
But they don't sell fast enough

Would they miss me if I left?
I think I'd miss them more
So I won't leave them
I'll let them leave me
They're always leaving
But I'll be here

I think I'll start drinking
To quell my thinking
Or will those thoughts shift
And keep me sinking

Two 40 ounces
Two hot dogs
One broken man
Eating like a hog

Can two people love from afar?
Such a distance could be closed by car
Perhaps one of us could catch the train
Close the gap with a big aeroplane
Will talking to each other only cause pain?
You make me feel things I cannot explain
I'd do anything to come to you
If only you knew my feelings were true

Kick, Punch
It's all in the mind
If you wanna test me
I'm sure you'll find
The things I teach ya
Are sure to beat ya
But nevertheless
You'll get a lesson from teacher
-Chop Chop Master Onion

The OP of the vocaroo threads
He's an absolute faggot
But maybe I'm a faggot too
For making lame poetry
Either way
OP is a fag