I'm tired

I'm tired of writing poems
That nobody bothers to like
It makes me feel depressed
And I want to stab myself with spike

It makes me feel depth:
Do I write Shit or not
Well if it is bad as I think
I hope that shit get's hot

The word will go on as it is
Where I am just onother face
I guess  I'll be forgotten
And I'll be buried in the days