Here I am, once again, writing poetry
It feels like the world has collapsed on me

Alone, here we are, back to the start
I feel shitty and crappy, like ruined art

This poem ain't to beautify my life
It sucks with lots of conflict and strife

I get it, you know, we all want to feel good
We don't get it though, even if we should

Life ain't perfect, it's honestly a mess
Don't ever think you're better than the rest

Cause you ain't, no, you here at the bottom
Of the barrel of apples, and boi, you rotten

Like look, hear me out, life can be great
Some got it lucky, got a good fate

But for the most, it's a mess
Full of all these fucks and stress

So screw it.
Life sucks.