Chris C

As I lay here bleeding

I'm a whinging goth

No one really likes me

So I self harm and put my poetry on Yahoo

I'm a whinging goth

The blood is so warm and so cruel

The devices you torture me with

Are of my own making

I'm a whinging goth

If you could

Would you help me

To see the light

Would you leave me here to rot?

Am I just a whinging goth?

These hamburgers I eat

because there is no love

I'm a whinging fat goth

As I slice into my wrists

I fall into unconsciousness

And have nightmares of salad

I'm a whinging fat goth

People say my poetry has meaning

It shows the darkness

that they know is real

They're a bunch of teenage idiots

They say I should be a writer

with a little more practice

And no one tells me to shut my whining

Strange...

This is my glory and my downfall

Is it not?

I don't care

I'm above you and below you.

I'm all a f**king round you

Like Jesus' love

I surround you

I'm every whinging fat goth

Yet I stand alone,

In a boring pome,

With everything I've lost

And I dream of a time

when a verse will (or wont) rhyme

I truly am annoying.

Yes

I

Am.