I can’t
I just can’t anymore
I’ve hit the point in which the pain and sadness don't mean anything anymore
I am one emotionless wreck
The fact that I seek comfort in this black hole disgusts me
But even that will stop bothering me really soon
At first it was just an act
Trying to look emotionless, not harm able
But then I actually became what I was trying to look like
I most definitely hit the breaking point
No, I literally smashed it
But what now
Since there is nothing to live for
Should I die?
And since there isn’t really something dying for
Should I stay?
It already feels like I am living a life right in between death and living
Is it about time I decide?
Maybe, but I sure as hell know no way I’ll take will make me satisfied
I think that’s already impossible
Making me happy
It became this way a long time ago
I became this way a really long time ago
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Long time no see, right? Well, I think I had a writers-block but I finally overcame it. So hope you enjoyed and I actually hope you don't relate to it :)
And that link is to a song I listend to while typing this not writing but i like it so yeah
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PoetrySo basically I'll write my poems/ shortstories tip of stuff in this book. All I can say give it a try maybe you'll like it and before you read it you should know that I usually don't write about really happy topics but it could happen in the future...
