The Word Fucking

My hands are cold

My nails are red

My legs are sore

Because I've bee running

Running away from

You and your opinnions

The ones I don't want to hear

The ones I really don't care about

The ones that make me want to shoot you in the face

And throw up everything I didn't eat

Just to make you happy

So just let me run

Let my legs ache

My feet blister

And let my fingers bleed

Don't even bother worrying about me anymore

Or pretending

Or whatever it was that you were doing

Look at this

Im so fucking angry

And so fucking hurt

I cant even get through a fucking sentence

without saying fucking

or even write a proper poem