Useless thoughts
and jumbled words,
a life of pain
and endless scars,
and yet my heart keeps beating strong,
refusing to give up.
I wish it would.
I'm so tired,
of hope and confusion
and disappointment.
But my heart keeps
dragging me back for more.
But I'm just so
fucking tired of everything.
I'm just going to lay down,
and take a long, deep,
dreamless nap.
And hopefully
I'll never
wake.
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Musings of the Insane
PoetryThis is more or less a sequel to Nightmares, only this one will mostly be freestyle poetry. The same warning applies to this one. Also, if easily triggered, do not read, please. Thanks and enjoy.