Misfortunate

How misfortunate I must be,
I seem to not overcome.
How life screws me.

But isn't that just my luck.
Who cares, right,
Who gives a flying fu ck.

How angry it makes me,
I'm tired of it all!
Tired of my anger, stress, let it be.

Death is tempting, I dare to say,
But what else can you do.
When you get screwed everyday.

By most.

Flora