Screaming on the Inside

This is infact a diary entry, I thought it was funny how I subconsciously write poetry with no intention of rhyming or creation. I guess it's a part of me. I have replaced some of the swear words and tweaked the formatting. Otherwise, this is the easiest poem I have ever written. Lindsey "To hell with the world and for your creation Hell, thank you for this shit That caused me to live And screw you too nick You worthless prick. Don’t worry mum, I aint gunna write you letters no more Their words don’t mean shit anyway Cause what am I living for? Go on, tease me For making these mistakes But trying to make up for it Are the biggest ones I make. Yeah, I’m pretty screwed up So go ahead, watch me die Hell, I might even like this And to think I ever tried? I just get walked on anyway But I must deserve it right? Yeah, you say it too often, I guess I’m a selfish little bitch So why don’t you give some counselling And maybe this broken heart will fix."