I had lost all reason for life itself.
Like a machine,
I ran continuously without motivation,
Without a goal for myself.
Day in and day out,
I would repeat the same things,
Same thoughts.
Who cares about this?
Why should I even do that?
Is there really any point to life at all?
Living became unbearable at times,
For nothing mattered to me anymore.
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Lost in the Chaos
PoetryLost. Afraid. Anxious. Insecure. Empty. When you walk into the chaos, you never know what you'll find.
