I am something
I am nothing
I am matter
I do not matter
I care
I'm not cared for
I help
I'm not helped
I cry
I waste body liquids
I cut
I waste my wine
I laugh
I vomit carbon dioxide
I talk
I use up precious oxygen
I live
I hate life
I don't die
I love death
Ironic, isn't it.
But that's how the world is.
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Ebony Snow And Ivory Holes
Poetry((Previously known as Bleeding Darkness)) Grasping reality. Ignoring the world. Embracing fantasy. Running from the voices. A tragicomedy, The world is; With happy-go-luckies And sad cynics. Confusing thoughts are tossed back and forth, In the mind...
