Poetry / What's The Point?

what's the point?
I need a joint.
They say they're true,
what's fuckin new?

They say they're real,
but they don't feel.
It's just a game,
are you all insane?

Just pass me a beer,
stiffle my fear,
of wanting you near,
another tear another tear.

fuck your game,
you left a stain,
all u do is play,
please go away.

don't tell me lies as if they're true,
what the fuck is wrong with you?
Oh wait I forget, it's what's up with me,
How often I forget I'm the one that doesn't see.

C-mon please,gimme a break,
I know I can give more than you'd take,
your so fuckin fake,
my mistake,my mistake.

So you've made me decide I should be alone,
I have no home!!!
Glad u at least got somethin,
cause I sure as hell still have nothin!

Fuck you and all your masks,
You'll never find a thing that lasts,
At least I know that I am true,
You don't even know your you!

Heather Hughes

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