My Life

Why cant I
Write a nice poem
Is it because I'm
Not a nice person
Is it because I
Don't like nice things
Maybe I don't
Give a shit
My life is so
Screwed up, I
Can't deal with
This shit
It's not happy
Go lucky
It's every man
For himself
So to speak
I can write
About death, destruction
Love lost and suicide
But not flowers, friends
Happy families and pets
No my choice is fuck you
And all this shit
Maybe I'm not a
Good enough writer
To put my life
Aside and dream
Of a better one
After all that
Lets recap
It just looks like
I don't give a shit
Believe me if you
Had my life
Neither would yee

A/N. Plz R&R. Means a lot.