Satire poem

I walk in the bleak portal of my soul
windswept gravel blows against my legs
but i feel no pain
for i have seen a thousand moons and a billion
setting suns and my eyes are glazed
from smoking in the pathological lies spewed
at me from a dozen soul sucking birds of prey.
my lover lies in a pool of his/her own blood, vomit,
spit, urine, shit, tears, pus, marrow, and intestinal fluids.
I look around, angry voices attacking me everywhere.
i am unique, no one else knows how i feel, my parents and friends hate me
everyone is having sex and i'm just whacking off.
I think i'll kill myself.