mistafest

This an old poem but still make me think before writing a new poem or before I do things that I shouldn't...

All father
Which art in heaven
Why is it me that cant understand why Im here
Through all this strife
Through all this strain
Why do I put up with all this pain
Trying to understand
That life is a ****ed up game
No winners, No losers
No way to understand a life full of anger
No ideas come to a mind thats out of control
Nothing but anger, nothing but rage
Why should I even care
For what
I dont see the reason
To the cause of this treason to my soul
As well as my being
Damn am I crazy
Or am I just going insane
To many questions that I cant answer
Why
Why should I even care
Im in this world to only exist
Not to cause drama
Not to end my life aka to only be decease
Forget the idea of my own soul corrupting itself
Forget the idea of causing trauma to my own body
Forget this
Dig my eyes out with a rusty spoon
Expect the unexpected cause this world will be over soon
I cant complete my soul
Im going to hell or my own internal world
This is my cry
This is my words
Understand them quick and leave me alone
Im done