Mute
With every thought that passes
I find no purpose
No happiness
It's all disappearing
The more I think
The more I find myself staring at a blank wall
I can imagine anything
I can come up with a million reasons why
But I'm still left staring
Into the darkness at a blank wall
The silence pounds upon my ears
I feel like it's alive
It's turning up the volume of my thoughts
It's getting so loud inside my head
I think I'll scream
But I probably won't stop
It was great being alone
But now I'm wondering
'Am I the only one'
I see my reflection
As something unknown
I don't understand the point
All the meaning is gone
Because I repeated this too much
It keeps going
And I can't keep up
I think it's time
To find the right weapon
And do the honors
In the silence gunshots are quiet
It's so loud inside
This gunshot sounds quiet
It will be quiet
My screaming muffled by silent gunshots
It will be quiet
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The Art of Not Giving a Fuck
PoetryMost people write poetry to get something out of their emotions. I write poetry to create emotions for me and for you.