My foxhole blues

I feel like I don't even know me.  

I could tell you all the positive things about me but really I'm a nobody.  

I hate being human here on planet Earth feeling like I'm here to live miserably.  

Of course, it can always be way worse but damn I'm sad right now cuz no matter what I find I can't make a better life I need.  

I have nothing to show for myself except all this pointless research that's hidden from thee.

Today I was told no can't help me.

Not like I have anyone else to ask and if I did I would of honestly.

Already knew it was pointless but I had to try just to see.

I wouldn't do that to my own mini me whose rocking and rhyming on her patched heart beat.  

I'm sad today.

I don't know how much longer I can keep sane living with a chicken bitch.

Two faced, belittling, gas lighting narcissistically.

Inked tears laid down here for what..... 

Fuck it I don't know really..... 

Oh wait....... 

When I'm sad I write poetry from my foxhole where no one could ever find me.  

That's one thing I can say about me.