Nothing I ever say
Will ever truly be profound
I'm just a fucking idiot
Mixing some truth into his lies
Call existential misery
A living piece of art
When all I can ever manage to do
Is tear myself so profoundly apart
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Open Letters To Closed Doors
PoetryA selection of poems from my first three collections with new ones thrown in...
Existential Art
Nothing I ever say
Will ever truly be profound
I'm just a fucking idiot
Mixing some truth into his lies
Call existential misery
A living piece of art
When all I can ever manage to do
Is tear myself so profoundly apart