I remember the past
Every notion and emotion
Would never last
All they gave me was a serious commotion
I see the present
Everything and everyone
Is that of a peasant
They will all soon be done
I know the future
Everything I will be taking and faking
Won't leave anyone in a stupor
All will leave me quaking and aching
I am nothing, though
I am just a shell of a person who I was before
Who I was before is gone
I understand now that there's nothing
There's nothing in the past
Nothing in the present
Nothing in my future
It all doesn't mean anything
And if doesn't mean anything
I don't mean anything to myself
That's why I am a shell
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Poems Without A Purpose ✔️
PoetryWhen there too many thoughts in my head, I write them out in anyway I want. So, this collection of poems used to be all about depression and sad stuff, but I realized there are many more emotions than that. If you're reading this or any of my poems...
