poem with no rhyme

she is so fucked up

and it freaks me out

she is so messed up

always finds something to worry about

she cries on cue

ain't that a sad thing to do?

she is so fucked up

she's a constant source of pain

now i decide to fuck her further up

and flush my past down the drain

i'm on the edge from too much thinking

i'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking

i'm a poem with no rhyme

i'm a victim of a crime

i'm a writer with no pen

desperately searching for ways to write again

could someone please unlock my heart?

cause i'm caught in a tragic spell

she's my favorite work of art

my own personal hell

she cries on cue

ain't that a sad thing to do?

i'm a poem with no rhyme

i'm a victim of a crime

i'm a writer with no pen

desperately searching for ways to write again

so she's seeing another man

i'm not lost; i just don't know who the hell i am

i'm on the edge from too much thinking

i'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking

i'm a poem with no rhyme

i'm a victim of a crime

i'm a writer with no pen

desperately searching for ways to write again