Sad sad girl poetry - Karma Tempa (best contemporary novels .txt) 📗

Don’t care

You don't to seem 

To care

About me any more

You stupid 

Idiot

Why should I care about

You

Anymore

Balloons popping

Here I am again

Popping 

Balloons with a needle 

Popping a crushing my

Dreams

So No one else

Has to do it for 

Me

Don't pop my 

Balloons

I will pop

Them myself

Until I am so very 

Small

Leave me alone

Floating down

 

As I see the balloon floating

Down 

To the sewers 

I see the same in the human race

Floating 

Down 

To an enviable end

That the will clown

Pennywisse

Will prey on us

Jewelry

 

I wear more

Jewelry 

With Crystals 

For the simple reason that

I don't have 

To keep

Writing sad poetry 

And yet here 

I am again

Writing depression 

Poetry 

To help fight

The pain

Of it all.

Why is there Eros 

Why can their be 

More friendships 

Instead of romance

Music

Think and

Fellow said emotions 

I acknowledge them

But still

Cute the sad 

Dramatic 

Music

Just to add

To my miserable 

Film called

Life

Directed by the devil

Himself

 

Butchering a song

 

Not hear we go again

You want  you fucking freedom

Am who I am to give

A fuck

You have more freedom 

Then you now what do with

And you ain't using it right

So what you had 

And what you'll lose

What you had 

And what you'll lose

Please just leave me alone

I don't give a fucking

Shit

Pop

 

As u hear an other 

Balloon break

I don't associate 

It with

Ak-47 fire anymore

But having a snowballs

Chance in hell

With be with you

Clouds

 

Do you every laugh in the grass

Looking at the oddly shaped 

Clouds and wish you free and flying amongst them

Without a care in the world

Well I do

And it hurts like a bastard

Lord

 

Lord give me strength 

To get through

Thus fucked up day 

 

Lord give me the strength 

To get through 

This life

With out the experience 

Of romance 

 

 

Lord give the strength 

To pop

My Balloons

And wash my

Hands of this

Try to care

 

Try to care about other

Things other then your own fucked

Up life

Care about other people 

Small the fucking coffee

Or a fucking rose

Just maybe 

I will love you back 

Again

But it's all on you

Darkies

 

The darkies 

Thats what I penoal call her

Struggle with emotional 

Life

The darkies are what I am in now

I can only

Talk to my friends

And oenpals 

To help cope

Nobody else gets me

So I keep to my self

Some say autism aspergers 

Or anti social

But I call it protecting my self

So sad

 

I am so

Sad right now that

I cannot read

My nsfw 

Literature 

That I just down loaded on 

Bookrix 

As everything 

Become a chore 

Except for writing and music

And hygiene

Walking in

 

I walk around 

The town

Looking to get 

The mail

As i come back 

Walk in to the living room

A girl pops a balloon 

Why the hell did you 

Do that I yelled

She has a demonic voice

To crush your soul

Facing ghost Pokémon