fuc*

things are falling apart
but nobody talks about it
we pretend thats not the case
were all just so happy with picture perfect lives
yeah right, who are we kidding?
whys it a constant fight?
n whys it always gotta be somebodys fault everytime somethin happens?
this is getting very old
emotions are flying and i understand that
but everyone working against each other just makes things worse
i cant even think straight to finish this poem
a million n two things running through my mind
each its own distraction
which goes to show how ready i am for this to be over
fuc* this n fuc* that
fuc*, fuc*, fuc*