Bully Me

F**k... Sometimes I feel like my life, It will end me. My tank feels like it's on empty or Maybe I forgot how to be friendly. Maybe I'm sick of who angers me, people who are not being able to answer me.

Who seems to have no intellectual capacity? Who’s always scrambling their answers when being asked simple questions not holding consistency? Oh, and these lies they just keep surfacing. As I'm asking myself. When are they going to give up bragging, like they’re holding the Key?

My Psychological disorders I'm managing when I’m imagining things. They’re self destructive In nature, they can't be helped as a fiend. When they talk it's always shitty because what they say don't corralate with how they walk it's unsteady. Plus, What they do don’t relate, It isn’t really reality. It’s how am I going to make what I said sound better in any way. It’s biter if anything.

Singing out loud in sounds. Jesus Christ, just let the chorus play. We all know the words of the songs they say. That is what they were going to say. We already know every word that they have ever said.

Get this! I say. My lips can record their minds between those two eyes. Like a tape, I can rewind it any day. Their five minute meme’s can’t explain away My imagined dreams of pure poetry.

Listen Bullies…
Respect this entities Soul magic lyrical Potency. Right now, this isn’t me. I’m allowing demons in, Controlling me. Who’s noticing things, laughing hysterically. You really just got me bored to death still Boring me so dam easily. Years of studying becoming me.
To be burned by these humans Repetitively. You think I didn’t have too Learn this s**t for years like if it was handed to me. Like if it was ever so effortless. A gift given to me?

I worked hard every f**king day! Now i can just burn them in words they can’t understand to read.

They legit couldn’t Handle this sorcery. Yeah that’s it! Call me a freak Because I’m So f**king honest, Different, Open an Free.
Those minds couldn’t handle these spells I put on to them so easily.

Spirits Please!
I’m just a mortal soul who people call a real piece of s**t. Wait… Naw. I’m a f**king spirit who would make you rethink existing in what ever you think this is.
That should make some worry a bit. Maybe Tremble in fear, Shake and be scared because I said so. You can call it, Defeat.

This becomes tongues to those who don’t know vocabulary. Some ear drums don’t hear nothing, Numb from fear.
Here comes The Who, What, Where, One, Two, Three. We’re Masters of the Ears, who speak in Tongues. English language.
Now do You hear me?
Now! I’m here and they are there, so stay the f**k where you’ll feel free...

My troubles ain't their troubles. So don't worry. They shouldn’t say sorry about something they just done. When non of them have no control over it. It’s always something else or someone’s fault, isn’t that right? Always!

What they think will not change a God Dam thing I'm my life, just get over it. Just remember I don't have to Be the best in the world at anything. Just as long as I'm better then them and that’s not even that hard to do. I’ve come across harder things in my life, that I didn’t find as pitiful.

People please stop listening if your negativity and past nostalgic memories keep on nagging you...

Remember, I’m not the reason a dark f**king cloud hangs over you. I don’t need to be reminded of a past you always try to hold on to like glue. Those memories you hold on too, are just hallucinations you keep breathing in from exhausting fumes.

Get the F**k off of me. Collapse, Compress, Begone Evil lies, Controlling Controversy. So it’s begun, a tired memory. On fire, walking through our earth trying so Effortlessly.

They Sing their sad songs while they try to get along with those mouths that mock. I'm listening…
You can't do this so don't make fun of me.

You just hate the world and your true self. Thats fine with me. But, why don’t you stop trying to drain my energy.
This Cynical, Narcissistic, Crippling, Spiritual being, they’re trying to be. F**king Bastards! if anything…

They’re just smart mouths, Pieces of things. That is someone else’s Fear of themselves being figured out, as an actual Human living in this reality.
They say we are all the same. Well, what's the difference from me? Maybe Integrity!

I spend my money on Sustaining things…

They’re just a bunch of loose ends justifying a means to no end. No wonder I don't want, No friends.
They’re just Loaded guns, Red splattered paint and Sharp ends. A real Loose read, a Headache in cold winds. A series of unfortunate events in how energy forms types of suspected unexplained explosions.

Thank God I quit smoking. Too some, It seems pointless. What the f**k do they know. They couldn’t articulate a full sentence towards comprehending human Will towards such experience so easy as discipline.

Get this! Stop trying to explain s**t…

Why are you still trying to read this?

It must hurt their brains trying to find themselves in these sentences, while they know there’s something here but can’t quite get it. But hey, if their thoughts reflect back at them, maybe they do know themselves better when this mirror gives a good look inside what they should be thinking.

This is not being Afraid, Obnoxious or Stupid. This is creative In a shape, Called Madness. Your Anxieties, Depressions, Confusions, Conclusions of Oh, I cant do it. I’m tired, I’m hungry, I feel like I’m going to die. F**k you… It’s bullshit.

Boo hoo! What are we truly afraid of? A glass screen tuned to our foreheads.

Like if Every like that we did or did not get From our high school friends, Gives us a status that makes us think we Deserve more Respect. Talk about being in hot water Drowning In over our heads. It’s getting Harder to Sleep Cause Of death. Sleeplessness.

The way some of them talk, they need to be slapped senseless. Like when I’ve been put in a corner, as if I am any different.

Their a type of troll, grumble de grim, riddle my wits with faces looking so pissed. Standing under a broken brick bridge. Faces locked in winds.

So… Answer me this?

I hope when they die life holds them to live, while their life fades from those eyes I hope they feel every blood vessel pop in their heads. While their hearts bleed to beat them to death as they loose all sense of who they were, when their mind gives and spins them into a state less then give them breath senseless state.

Here’s too you! Selfish pricks.
Shhh… Listen how this clock ticks. One!
It will make their time dying seem longer than it actually is. Two!
While I hold their Heads under water while they take last breaths. Three…
Wake up! God dam you. I’m not done with you just yet…

Do you got something in you left to say? These words will be the last words you’ll ever remember, to whom ever this concerns, it was said.

Listen here!
I’m the f**ker, the last human person you’ll ever get to play Like this!

Bully me.. Bully me..

Trying, Shaking you. Stay awake!

Bully me.. Bully me..

Don’t you Ever… Open those ugly angry mouths again!

Bully me.. Bully me..

F**king No good inconsistent Pieces of S**t!
I said..

Why don’t you, Bully me.. Bully me..

I’m the shepherd, who slices voices from those sheep necks!

Bully me.. Bully me..

I’m the killer who murders Naysayers words. Who puts them to rest!

This is for all People.
Even all those f**ked up kids!

Bully me.. Bully me..

See what these words can do. When you write and read them like this!

Bully me.. Bullies Please..

What you say or do next, It’s Life or death. Go ahead! Make them say or do something they may never get to regret…
May never get to make us forget.

So bully me.. Bully someone like me..

Because We Already Know deep down inside, they are just a bunch of stupid F**king childish kids..

So Bully me.. Bully me..
A person who doesn’t give a f**k about their past life they hold on to so dearly to feel good about how now. They ain’t S**t!

Bully me..
Yeah, Bully someone like me.

I’ll say it again…
They ain’t S**t. This is what, Now is.


© Travis Dob