Bored much?

All of you, and you and you,
Come right here, I have something to say,
I didn't have anything better to do,
I hope it can make my day.

I know it is night, but who really cares?
The day can go and crap in hell,
I wish to know how this night fares,
And that is why I have this poem to tell.

I was lonely once, like I am now,
But no one really cared to know,
No one asked why, when and how,
Everyone had something better to do.

Now don't you start misinterpreting my words,
They don't mean that I don't have friends,
They range from cool, to creeps and nerds,
And some words that cannot be penned.

The fact of the matter is that,
Sometimes you just feel blank,
And here I would like to bet,
Life then looks like a skank.

Sometimes it just fucks you over,
In ways you could never imagine,
And sometimes it makes you hover,
In vacant bottomless heavens.

So what do you do, when you are bored shitless?
I write poems, stories, and stuff like that,
Life is still as sour as pickles,
But at least I am fighting back.