Its not real.
And if you beg to differ, bow down.
You're just some brainless marble hypnotized by the masses.
Believing that chemical in your brain is anything but a trick.
Making you into an addict.
High on a lie.
Warped, confused.
Another poisonous substance.
You choose to believe in.
Too blind to see it's rotting you from the inside out.
Oh, you poor thing.
I almost feel sorry for you.
If only you knew.
Its not real.
Never has been, never will be.
Maybe you'll figure it out.
When your heart stops beating.
YOU ARE READING
3 AM
PoetryRip into me and let the pain pour out. Only in the night, at the time of 3 AM Shitty poetry written by some shitty kid Cover art by me
