Don’t care

You don't to seem 

To care

About me any more

You stupid 

Idiot

Why should I care about

You

Anymore

Balloons popping

Here I am again

Popping 

Balloons with a needle 

Popping a crushing my

Dreams

So No one else

Has to do it for 

Me

Don't pop my 

Balloons

I will pop

Them myself

Until I am so very 

Small

Leave me alone

Floating down

 

As I see the balloon floating

Down 

To the sewers 

I see the same in the human race

Floating 

Down 

To an enviable end

That the will clown

Pennywisse

Will prey on us

Jewelry

 

I wear more

Jewelry 

With Crystals 

For the simple reason that

I don't have 

To keep

Writing sad poetry 

And yet here 

I am again

Writing depression 

Poetry 

To help fight

The pain

Of it all.

Why is there Eros 

Why can their be 

More friendships 

Instead of romance

Music

Think and

Fellow said emotions 

I acknowledge them

But still

Cute the sad 

Dramatic 

Music

Just to add

To my miserable 

Film called

Life

Directed by the devil

Himself

 

Butchering a song

 

Not hear we go again

You want  you fucking freedom

Am who I am to give

A fuck

You have more freedom 

Then you now what do with

And you ain't using it right

So what you had 

And what you'll lose

What you had 

And what you'll lose

Please just leave me alone

I don't give a fucking

Shit

Pop

 

As u hear an other 

Balloon break

I don't associate 

It with

Ak-47 fire anymore

But having a snowballs

Chance in hell

With be with you

Clouds

 

Do you every laugh in the grass

Looking at the oddly shaped 

Clouds and wish you free and flying amongst them

Without a care in the world

Well I do

And it hurts like a bastard

Lord

 

Lord give me strength 

To get through

Thus fucked up day 

 

Lord give me the strength 

To get through 

This life

With out the experience 

Of romance 

 

 

Lord give the strength 

To pop

My Balloons

And wash my

Hands of this

Try to care

 

Try to care about other

Things other then your own fucked

Up life

Care about other people 

Small the fucking coffee

Or a fucking rose

Just maybe 

I will love you back 

Again

But it's all on you

Darkies

 

The darkies 

Thats what I penoal call her

Struggle with emotional 

Life

The darkies are what I am in now

I can only

Talk to my friends

And oenpals 

To help cope

Nobody else gets me

So I keep to my self

Some say autism aspergers 

Or anti social

But I call it protecting my self

So sad

 

I am so

Sad right now that

I cannot read

My nsfw 

Literature 

That I just down loaded on 

Bookrix 

As everything 

Become a chore 

Except for writing and music

And hygiene

Walking in

 

I walk around 

The town

Looking to get 

The mail

As i come back 

Walk in to the living room

A girl pops a balloon 

Why the hell did you 

Do that I yelled

She has a demonic voice

To crush your soul

Facing ghost Pokémon

 

I have to face 

My black and purple 

Ghost Pokémon 

The demons of my life

Romance 

So I can make 

It too at least 

90 years of age 

I have to face a lot of 

Ghosts Pokémon 

From past and

The unknown future

Trying to forget

You say that you remember 

Me or might

Yeah will 

I have been trying

To forget you

For the past 2 years of my life

But I still remember tour email 

Address 

Why

I guess u have tried 

Harder

 

Bothering

 

Whats app

I don't know why I even fucking bother 

Anymore

All I do is get cheated on

With for stupid German girl 

Shit 

I hate whatsapp

The one thing

 

The only thing is that

Every time tome 

I talknto some one 

They fuck Me 

And pop my Balloons 

As if I care about

My dreams

Anymore

I have lowered my 

Standards

Purple nightmare

 

I am in a horror purple purple 

Aesthetician hard or soft 

Purple shade

50 shades or purple 

This night mare

I am in 

During dusk 

To

Dawn I am in purple

Then I taste grape juice 

I hate it

When will it end

Purple

The colour purple

Aside  from blue 

And pink are my favorite and happy 

Colors 

I remember seeing those 

Colours in the sky

When my parents would let me bitch

And moan about the day

Ease my suffering

 

Poetry......

It helps me ease my pain and suffering 

Both emotional 

And psychological 

And physical 

It's the only way

And it was proven but many like

Me

Who have suffered greatly

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Texte: Karma Tempa
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Cover: Karma Tempa
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 22.06.2021

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