Try, they said.
It's a
phase
it's because of your
Music
Books
Friends.
it doesn't exist.
But if that's true, why
am
I like this?
Every time i make it safely to shore,
I am grabbed back
down to this
endless
black ocean of
sorrow and
sempiternal
sadness.
If it doesn't exist,
why can't I ever be
happy?
YOU ARE READING
Senseless
PoetryThoughts, quotes and thoughts all Written by me unless stated otherwise.
