Looking At The Graves As You Drive Past A Cementary

You think: "Lucky."

You think: "It's only a matter of time."

You think: "Just another thing I want, but can't have."

You think about jumping into an empty, freshly dug hole, burying yourself, and putting a sign out in front of it, which says, "Sorry. Occupied."

Then you go home, feel like shit, and flush yourself down the toilet because you don't want to be a burdened to other people.

Malnourished

The only nourishment I wanted to consume was your love, and I know that will never happen.

The only thing to look forward to is starving to death.

I Have Stopped Wearing Seat Belts.

I have stopped wearing seat belts.

When I'm driving, I hope my tire explodes, or something important malfunctions as I'm going 70mph.

Turning my car into something that resembles a crushed aluminum can.

If I somehow survive, I will ask the paramedics and emergency crews to use the jaws of life to pry what's ever left of me open, so people can see how worthless I actually am.

A New Year's Resolution Two Months Early

I am going to hire a hitman to kill me by pushing me into a moving bus, or concealing razorblades in a cucumber I'm about to eat because I'm too much of a pussy to commit suicide.

Nothing makes sense.

Nothing is starting to look more enticing then living.

I can't cope with the confessions or arguments.

I can't cope with myself.

Self-Esteem nil. Fuck up. Loser. Terrrible. An asshole. Ruining everything important. Never understanding. Narcissistic. With a low I.Q.

I am giving up on hope.

This poem sucks; it's just another way for me to ruin 30 seconds of someone else's life with my own mental problems.

reusing dollar bills

I am broken up into powder, which is then broken into lines, or disintegrated in water and pulled into a syringe.

Snorted or shot up, you want to understand my motives;

all I want is to get you high.

starting a support group.

I am going to start a support group called, "shitty people anonymous." It will consist of a group of people  sitting in a circle, eating danishes, sipping lukewarm coffee, and chainsmoking cheap cigarettes in metal fold out chairs inside a church basement. Someone will stand up and say, "Hello my name is ______, and I am a shitty person," before going on to explain an example(s) of how he/she has fucked over someone for personal gain. And how he/she only cares about him/herself. Fuck charity.

It would be a carthartic experience. Or it would drive every member to suicide.

I'm hoping for the latter.

I'm hoping for seven billion strong.

It's all rabbit stew, and the rabbit stew is consumed by all of us.

Bones, eyeballs, intestines, and brains.

It's all rabbit stew.

giving up.

i wish my body was covered in one giant scab so i could pick it off, and bleed out.

disappointment.

failure.

spineless.

slob.

terrible.

unmotivated.

doesnt donate to charity.

drives mother's car

shitty writer.

fraud.

dependent.

pretentious.

not making sense.

liar.

underachiever.

pathetic.

miserable.

broke.

hopeless.

not worth it.

deficient.

lazy.

gullible.

stupid.

shit talker.

narcissist.

coward.

self-indulgent.

drug addict.

alone.

are all accurate adjectives, which come together to form the body of the person known as mv swydersky.