i find it ridiculous
i keep talking about life and death
as if i know anything about it
as if i experienced any of it
my life consists of pretend-breaths, half-assed exchange of inhales, inhales and inhales
and cowardness kills me more than actually killing myself
but I don't understand
how can someone even die without ever being alive
i think
i am just making a fool out of myself
YOU ARE READING
Dazed Off
PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
