Fuck It

Tired,
Wearing attire of feelings,
Concealing anger
With fangs dripping heart ache.
But sometimes I feel like
Fuck It!
Drop the useless fake!
Danger
Of getting people
In trouble
Beyond their imagination.
Fuck It, because I am dying,
Wearing the same smile
Full of excuses.
A little comfort you've been abusing
To get yourself higher
At my steep expense.
Retired,
I am free now.
Dispensed,
Dislodged into shadows
Cast by greatness of others.
I am empty of worry,
Relieved of sarcasm,
Naked and breathing,
Still tired,
Not dying,
But trying...
Ah, Fuck It!