F It Poem by Khaos Dven

Here im sittin waiting an wishing for the world to change, my visions getting blurry everything is getting outta range. My life has been a tragedy im in constant agony. You wonder why i cut mysely, get sht faced? Cus everything i do is a f'n waste. Not only of your time but of my life, at night the only company i have is my knife. Nothings ever changed, ive always felt deranged but i dont care F the world cus my troubles dont go away they multiply and now i got double. Im sittin here wondering why im still alive but i keep living cus i wanna strive for a better life. I dont know what im here for, i should just grab my gun and blow my brains all over the F'n door! And when i get to heaven can i bring my weapon? I guess it's fate, im filled with eternal hate. Im tired and my weed doesnt get me high, i want to feel or im gunna F'n die. Im screaming cus i dont feel anymore, you know what lifes got on store? NOTHING! And thats no lie. Now im making a deal with the Grim Reaper, selling my soul. In the darkness i keep getting deeper, theres no light at the end of my tunnel, im in eternal pain. Ive got nothing to gain! F this sht ima end it and maybe people will remember my name...after you read this you will never feel the same.