Chicken Little
Breaks, lights. Everything's falling down.
The sky is fucking falling, the sky is fucking falling.
It could be rain, or maybe my face is just leaking.
My nose is. Right?
What the fuck was that back there?
Where the fuck were you all when I needed you?
Bitches. Right?
Everyone hates me, and everyone hates me.
Fakes, lights. Smoke is billowing out the window.
Your mom is fucking calling. Her child is fucking bawling.
It isn't pain. If it is it doesn't hurt anyway.
Everyone fucking hates me.
The sky is fucking falling, the sky is fucking falling.
It could be rain, or maybe my face is just leaking.
My nose is. Right?
What the fuck was that back there?
Where the fuck were you all when I needed you?
Bitches. Right?
Everyone hates me, and everyone hates me.
Fakes, lights. Smoke is billowing out the window.
Your mom is fucking calling. Her child is fucking bawling.
It isn't pain. If it is it doesn't hurt anyway.
Everyone fucking hates me.
posted by Stobux | 9:52 PM
2 Comments:
This poem is really lame.
This was was published just as it is right now in January, but again the remix etc. etc.
Anyway, with this poem I was trying to write from the mind of my friend, who died in a car crash.
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