No Win Game (Poem)

Crying in my pillow

2 o’clock in the morning

Thinking how much I hate myself

And my stupid fucking life

Wishing I wasn’t so fucking weird

Knowing time don’t turn back

Counting none my blessings

Measuring up to worthless

I don’t know where I’m going

But I sure know where I’ve been

And I’m tired of playing this no win game

I don’t see the point of it anymore

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