Stars Have Rough Edges

What's the point?
When all I do is disappoint.
Forgetting the dis-
Or even my stance.
To say, fuck off.

If you have a problem,
it's because you hold one.
Claiming to be a special one.
Like we all don't have heart,
hidden behind smoke filled lungs.

If you're depressed,
it's because what you want,
is beyond your reach.
So stop trying to preach,
to me.

About what it is,
I should see - or be.
To you.
When I hold the screws,
that one day came lose.

In order to remove,
all the builshit that got through.
Like I should feel sorry,
for something, I didn't do.
Or wouldn't for you.

Am I still not getting through?
I thought I was on point.
Change your mood.
Stop looking for a cue.
To start something new.