I just can't help but thinking, what is the fucking point?
What am I trying to fucking do?
Is this my version of leaving a mark on the world?
Honey I don't give a shit.
The earth spins, the moon spins, the sun spins,
And it makes me so dizzy
I can't see for the stars swirling around me.
I'm lost in a fucking paradise that I hate,
And damn it, because it's so pretty,
But I'm just so incapable of seeing the good in things.
How am I supposed to feel love
When I don't believe in it?
How am I supposed to see my worth
When I refuse to open my eyes?
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Death by Words: A Selection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry written by me (that, as always, demonstrates my mental deterioration and inner dialogue).
