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Sad incel poem, by Administrator
Another day, I wake up.
I take a look in the mirror, to realise I was better to stay in bed.
Take a look at my phone, no notifications.
The same as every other day,
Brush my teeth and go to work,
I see many a couple together as I pass by,
an experience that I will never understand
I clock in to work, and the day blurs into the same old
I go through the motions,
While I drive home to pass by more couples
they laugh and seem to communicate in a language that is foreign to me
I am not deserving of such love
Through my front door I go,
through the leftovers I look at which will sustain my mortal existence
and check online forums, the only place I fit in
I wonder if these people would even befriend me in life?
I am tired,
exhausted from the pain
and tired of life
Then I go to bed,
Another day ,I wake up.
The End
Thank you all for reading I hope you enjoyed
Another day, I wake up.
I take a look in the mirror, to realise I was better to stay in bed.
Take a look at my phone, no notifications.
The same as every other day,
Brush my teeth and go to work,
I see many a couple together as I pass by,
an experience that I will never understand
I clock in to work, and the day blurs into the same old
I go through the motions,
While I drive home to pass by more couples
they laugh and seem to communicate in a language that is foreign to me
I am not deserving of such love
Through my front door I go,
through the leftovers I look at which will sustain my mortal existence
and check online forums, the only place I fit in
I wonder if these people would even befriend me in life?
I am tired,
exhausted from the pain
and tired of life
Then I go to bed,
Another day ,I wake up.
The End
Thank you all for reading I hope you enjoyed
