Separate my soul from this body
It's already decayed
And weakened by pain
And still suffering
And let me float around the earth
In a state between existence and none
And I will forever walk
Alone
And it's the loneliness that I'm used to
Only it feels like flying
It will feel nothing
Nothing
Nothing.
Like how worthless I am
The dust that's sifted off a gold mine
Just a dust
A speck that occupies space
Like matter
Only, I won't matter anymore
If I leave this world
And atoms would scatter
Hopefully will form something
That truly matters
And all I want
Is
To not feel
To not exist
To not burden
Dear self,
You are beyond saving. The only good you can do is hasten the misery to its end.
I still have self love... And I'm thriving in its scarcity. But I soon won't.
YOU ARE READING
Poems out of Boredom
PoetryCOLLECTION OF MY OWN POEMS... IT'S THE PRODUCT OF A BORED BRAIN LACKING INSPIRATION. BEAR WITH IT. HAHA.
