The Pointless Book

Die

Another poem is written
I cleaned the house again
I went to see a concert
I made another friend
I built another staircase
I fucked another whore
I'm always going somewhere
I'm always out for more
It's just an endless cycle
I never leave square one

Am I going somewhere or am I on the run?
Keep striving to accomplish, fuelled by boredom and pride
It's just a doomed attempt at hiding from the pain I feel inside

Some say I've got a problem:
Imbalance in the brain
That there's two kinds of people:
The happy and insane
But somehow I don't buy it
Emotions serve a cause
They're trying to convince me
It's happy in their jaws

Drugs just dull the sadness
Don't change what it's about
And when the problem's always there
You can't just talk it out

I've heard there's a completeness
A stillness deep inside
But you can't stay forever
No, it's just another ride

So let me fucking die
Let me just die
It's the only way
Let me fucking die