What's the point in loving someone,
If you'll still get hurt in the end?
Nothing lasts forever, it's impossible
Mere fleeting moments
That hold no meaning
In the grand scheme of things.
They don't matter, they never will
What's the point in doing all this?
The answer you're searching for
Is right there, inside of you
Everything you wanna know,
You already do.
Wake up.
YOU ARE READING
A World Unseen
PoetryHmmm I see you've managed to enter my subconscious mind. I welcome you with open arms, but I'm not sure whether you'll like it here. We've got: a shit ton of mental disorders, angst, passive aggressiveness, victim mentality, despair as well as a tin...
