I'M A Adhd Pessimistic Punk. - Poem by Troy Clark
I hate this feeling
This feeling of loss and regret
Where am I going in life
How do I begin an ending?
I sit upon an throne
But wander from side to side
Wondering what it would be like
To actually jump off the ledge into the world
That’s how I’ve always felt
I’m in charge of my own kingdom
My own fate and all its little perks
But I don’t know how to start it
I don’t know where to fucking begin
I’m in love
With nothing to show for it.
I don’t have a life-but people out there believe I do.
People say that I’m smart and that I can be someone
But all these people that say this are just like me.
Alone-but in a happy way.
They have coped with life, decided not to go anywhere
To live in a casket with nothing.
But they say I’m smart?
When they themselves can’t even see intelligence
When they themselves refuse to succeed
When they them fucking selves refuse to exist.
I’ve been given to many chances
And refused them all
I fear giving up those friends of mine
To be someone while their not.
I don’t want to leave them behind
I don’t want to see the light
While they rot in their caskets-the thing they call life.
I don’t want them to see me live and send them deeper.
I’m a ADHD pessimistic loser
Just one out of six billion heart beats in this world
I don’t understand life or love or even the point
I don’t know why people want to get anywhere
To strive for happiness and a family
When one day-they are just going to watch it burn away
Ashes in the wind.
I don’t know why I am even typing this poem right now
Perhaps it’s my way to vent or maybe to reach out to someone
But no one will read it, no one will leave advice
All the people on here are only worried about getting there comments and rising in popularity.
I’m a ADHD pessimistic punk
Who has not yet learned to jump off his throne.
But is completely willing to learn.
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