I don't mean anything
I'm not smart
I'm not funny
I'm not a good person
I'm fake
Useless
And to be quite honest...
A waste of time and space on this earth.
I have no meaning.
Except to take up an empty spot on the lawn.
So I keep asking myself
Why am I here?
Why was I created?
Why was anybody created?
I think and think,but I come up blank.
I live in a fantasy
In my own mind
In books
In sleep
In school
All I do is dream
Fantasize
I say
If I work out I could look like her
Maybe he likes me
I'm gonna do great things in the future
Maybe I'll have a romantic love life in collage?
Maybe I'll get stuck in a vampire drama?
What if their real?
That would be cool.
Cool to be apart of something
To be something
To be someone
Maybe I'll matter to someone
Someday.
But I know I need to get my self out of this fantasy, this dream, this endless false reality. This lie.
YOU ARE READING
Book of random thoughts and quotes.
PoetryIt's a book about my thoughts and feelings that y'all might relate to but other than that I just made it for myself to vent ig idk. 'All pictures took by me' except for the cover
