Poeme : Confusion

The world is full of crap
The world is full of shit
You try to relaxe
But it comes probs come so very quick
So you say :
Its just on Thing
But after day
You come w/even more
They start to cumulate
They start sting
Killing evrething
Evre emotion
Evre feeling
You still have in within,
Blamed so very often
But dont know if its true
I know that i suck at poemes
And half of you dont even understand
Well ok its fine
Who else who else will help me
Who else
But me
SO Help YOur Self
Cause non One Is going
Is going to do it
For you
So thats right
BoO HOO !
-. -
(Pour ceux qui lise en francais désolé jai pas la translation ni lenvie de le mettre en francais, suckers : D)

tə wɔʁld is fyl ɔf kʁap
tə wɔʁld is fyl ɔf ʃi
iu tʁi to ʁəlaksə
byt it kɔmə pʁɔp kɔmə so vəʁi kik
so iu sε :
its ʒyst ɔ̃ tiŋ
byt afte dε
iu kɔmə dubləve slaʃ əvɛ̃ mɔʁə
te staʁ to kymylatə
te staʁ stiŋ
kijiŋ εvʁεtiŋ
εvʁə əmɔsjɔ̃
εvʁə filiŋ
iu stij-avə ɛ̃ witɛ̃,
blamεd so vəʁi ɔftɛ̃
byt dɔ̃ knɔw if its tʁy
i knɔw ta i syk a poəmə
ɑ̃d-alf ɔf iu dɔ̃ əvɛ̃ œ̃dεʁstɑ̃d
wεll oke its finə
wo εlsə wo εlsə wij εlp mə
wo εlsə
byt mə
so εlp iuʁ sεlf
kozə nɔ̃ ɔnə is ɡuiŋ
is ɡuiŋ to do it
fɔʁ iu
so ta ʁajt
bu u !
.
(puʁ sø ki lizə ɑ̃ fʁɑ̃kε dezɔle ʒε pa la tʁɑ̃slasjɔ̃ ni lɑ̃vi də lə mεtʁə ɑ̃ fʁɑ̃kε, syke : d)