Losing It
There is that poor sap that lost it all
Being born was his only flaw
Useless, a waste of space
In the mirror be cant even look at his face
His life is like an endless problem there is no sum
It took 17 years for him to realize he’s dumb
Stupid, ignorant even retarded
His hopes his dreams now discarded
He looks around see his existence is pointless
His father doesn’t even consider him a son
He decides to go get a gun
Shoots himself in the head
Here is the moment no-one has dread
He’s dead, as if anyone cares
At his funeral and no one is there
poem by Ken Van
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