Why do I bother?
When nothing I say or do matters?
Why do I try, why do I keep trying so hard?
Just for it all to blow up in my face
Oh, what a joke. What a pitiful and cruel joke. Crumbs thrown to a starved man; eyes filled with madness
Such a fool, oh I'm such a fool
Only a fool would keep at it and expect a different outcome
Only a fool would think maybe, maybe this time
again
and again
and again and again
and again and again and again
Only a fool would take the time to publish these meaningless, crappy pieces of THRASHY POETRY
In order to feel something
In hopes, perhaps, someone might see him
Someone might understand what it is he can't say out loud
That he has not one fucking clue what he's doing
And not in a fun, adventurous way
In a SHAKING TERRIFYINGLY EMPTY way
And he just wants to know why. Why it hurts so much when he starts to think. Why the words of an uncertain future take his breath away in the dead of the night
I'm just so sick of asking
Why
YOU ARE READING
I Am Exhausted
PuisiThis is where I let my mind and inner demons roam. Leaving your thoughts would be much appreciated as I am trying to grow as a writer. Also, don't expect any continuity, these are in no particular order and there is no sytem. Some are older works a...
