Exhausted, not from lack of sleep
But from lack of sanity
Spilling out my words like some sort of tragedy
My life becoming one big calamity
And I'm done
Done with the world's plasticity
Everything done for the publicity
So maybe I'm not one lacking sanity
Maybe it's our standard of humanity
YOU ARE READING
Creatively chaotic
PoetrySo I wrote some stuff and I feel like putting it out there. So yeah. Enjoy.
