Pain causes poetry

 whores come and whores go
Where they live, nobody knows.
damaged goods, broken souls
lying faking surviving
barely shows.
It doesn't matter to me.
They're worthless trash it's said
family hates
no friends no hope
just endless "dates".
Broken and angry
thief in the night
justify yourself in the neon light.
Rob and steal, inject and lie dazed
from families broken
unhinged and unmade.
Worthless
dangerous
evil
and gone
you accept this
because you are done.
So they do these things showing disrespect for the whole human race.
Armenian. Mexican, black and I'm white, not right.
Race matters not,
it's entirely for spite.
You made your bed,
it stinks of risk.
you fulfilled your destiny
it is reduced to this.
I would weep for you now dears
if I had any left to give.
Instead feel my (metaphorical) knife
the only role I live.
You say you are worthless, and make it so.
It's up to you now, to change and to go.
Decisions...