What if life is just something in something that's actually nothing?
Then what is it all worth?
Why would we keep trying and trying
When actually we are always dying
Death doesn't scare me anymore
I'm waiting to become nothing in nothing
Even love isn't enough
'Cause what is love when everything is nothing?
But still, then life is something in nothing?
That means it's still something.
But what is something?
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PoetryHier post ik mijn zelfgeschreven gedichten. Mijn gedichten gaan over mijn gevoelens en emoties, ik hou hierbij geen rekening met rijm. Ik hoop dat jullie ze mooi/leuk vinden. Geen van deze gedichten mogen gebruikt of gekopieerd worden zonder mijn...
