Kev2's Journal

people on here seem to really identify with my poetry. well, i went to this writing site where other people write simple poetry and they get lots of praise, but people keep bashing my stuff and telling me it's not good and that i'm wasting my time as a writer. i mean, what the hell is wrong with these people? are they just stuck up and bitter? and why would they want to make me feel like a failure? i can't get a break for nothing.

you people on here aren't lying, are you? you wouldn't actually tell me my poetry is good if you didn't like it, would you? you're not helping me if you're lying or pretending. i want honesty above all else. if you don't like it, tell me what you don't like about it.

it's no wonder i'm depressed all the time. my life is hell and i'm surrounded by devils who have no emotions whatsoever. i feel like i'm wasting my time everywhere, even here on earth.

i'm just so fed up with everything and i don't know how much more i can take.

I'm not worth worrying about. You have enough of your own problems. Forget about me. It will make things easier for you. At least you have a chance to be happy. I don't and I know for a fact after 2 years of solid nothingness that nothing good is coming my way anytime soon.

This is how I feel right now and most of my days. Since I can't really put it into words, I use poetry to explain it to the best of my ability. Some things don't belong in this world and I feel like I'm one of them.

Down Under

Finally I've found a way
That I can be free
I've discovered a place
That will let me be me
A place I can live in
Where I'm not on my knees

I've been a prisoner
For way too long
Fighting a war I can't win
How can I go on
How can I hope to make things better
When I'm not strong

Everyone acts
Like everything will be okay
That I'll wake up feeling good
And I'll have a good day
But it won't happen
My world is decayed

You can only care so much
When you're so far away from me
You can only skim on the surface
When my words are all you can see
What is my purpose
Why did I even come to be

Oh wait, I know
My purpose is to suffer
To live the life no one wants
To be smothered
To be taken back to my home
Down under.

no matter what i do or how i look or what job i have or where i get in life, people are always going to treat me as they see me - like a jerk. so, i don't care anymore. i deleted my myspace profile cuz people on there would never return my messages because they would go into my profile, analyze my pic, analyze me and then decide, no, this guy looks weird or creepy and then my message gets tossed in the trash and this even from girls who claim to be nice. like @#$%. what a load of crap. the world is all about media. if you're not presentable, you're not acceptable. period. and i'm not jumping through hoops to impress anyone. you either like me and care or you don't. but if you're one of those people that don't and you're on my list then get the @#$% off of it, NOW. i don't need posers in my life and i don't have space in my life for shallow idiots!!!

i am a nice guy. i'm just tired of all the bs that i constantly have to put up with every single day.

i need some downtime, ya know. stop judging me and put your negative energy somewhere else.

and if nobody comments on this within a month, i'm gone for good and i ain't kiddin'. i didn't join a community to be ignored. when i have 40+ friends, a little feedback would be nice, even if it's only a few words. if you treat me like i don't matter, it won't be long before you don't matter. the door swings both ways and i'm gonna weed out who are my true friends and who aren't.