My room is filled with clutter,
Along with my life,
Things never seem to flow like butter,
It is all just a big strife,

Life that is,
Things can never work out,
It’s all a surprise like last weeks pop quiz,
Sometimes things get so bad you just want to shout,

People say it will always get better,
Or even that it can’t get any worse,
Life’s a gamble and you’re the bettor,
But really life’s just a curse,

Things never go right,
They always go wrong,
Your reaction is always fight or flight,
You feel like you never belong,

Who wants to live a life of pain?
Or worse to see those you love have the same fate,
It is all just a strain,
Put on your shoulders and adding to that weight,

When my life ends I hope people rejoice,
For that would make me happy,
As my life was my own choice,
It was either good or crappie,

As it turns out life should end soon,
Hopefully I will meet my own doom,
By the next full moon,
As I look around my cluttered room.

 
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