Crippled,all
Destroyed and diminished
Mood and mind
Illness of existance
Forced to survive
In a meaningless world
Among meaningless people
For meaningless ambitions
Killing ourselves proudly,
With our own bare hands
Judging where one stands
By integers on strands
Of paper: dripping with ink-
Indifferent to the inked souls
A minute ,a second,a year
Filled with worry,madness and fear
Of the coming day...
All the numbers and judjements
Blurring your reason to stay,
WITTNESSING MURDER OF ANOTHER DAY.
Okay.I know this poem was kinda shitty but it describes well why I was off in the first place...my exams are now even closer but idk i just felt a need to publish.Hope u liked it. ♡♡ :')
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Scribbled Stars
PoetryHighest Rank #24 in POETRY (: I don't know how to scribble down words. I write STARS that shine and show me and you the path to happiness! I don't know what word weaving is. But I do excel at making beautiful CONSTELLATIONS Breathtaking! ...
