you're just disappointment

I'm depressed and few seem to understand, or to care.
They blame me and call me weak, and wrong, but use me as much as they dare.
In the mind there is no limit to how much one can dare or divorce,
the love inside and beauty all around that makes them alone. Of course,
you think you can find someone better. You defend all your fear,
the sad silence you strangle others with and pretend is god's premiere.
But I know that god is not villain, no ignorant fuck just looking to fuck.
Ready to run, to lie, to betray, to behead and still suck.
I hate you because you're a god damn waste of my time.
You sought me out and now I have only a sad forgotten memory, I desperately try to dislodge from my mind.
A sad poem, a sad song, the things you hold dearest inside,
What a waste of life you have no inspiration or love, just excuses and pride.
Fuck all of you--fuck all angels, fuck all spirits, fuck all you call sanity.
You have only rules and suggestions, cages, and disappointments, I'm a victim to all your fucking senseless vanity.

Kid Sea

Your waves can run to and fro, but the sea is still there.

Blessed Are Dynamic

I've figured you out, a heart of thieves.
Indiscriminate and wild, one who never believes.
Life is fun, life is a joke.
You take all you can and blame transgressions in times I know you've not spoke.
Quiet, and hateful, you feel your silence conceals,
something so dark and so shameful that you will not reveal.
Sadly, it's true, and everyone knows.
They see and they feel, all your sadness, your woes.
Inside, you have died; and for that I'll forgive.
But for refusing to change, I feel you no longer should live.