Life.
The mere word
That everyone dreads
Circling inside your head
Just to get you nauseated.
The fakeness of reality
The only false truth
That slaps you on your face
This is what makes it so hard for you.
You're pissed because life is so hard
you're tired of fighting a war with the world
And you get no where.
But its stupid of you
To think such pathetic objections
The things you say
The things you do
Is only pity.
But its the type of pity
That ties around your neck
And when you least expect it,
It squeezes you
until you choke.
The suffocation of you're pitiful lies
To sugar-coat your disgusting lives
To make yourself presentable
To make it all better
But it works for a minimal time.
It runs out.
Just like you.
Waring off like the withdrawal of drugs
You're pathetic if you believe
That pity will make everything better
Its filthy lies
That you tell yourself
By the time you realize you were wrong
You'll be all by yourself
With nothing.
No one.
