What's worse than
having such little
enjoyment that anything
worth being fulfilling
is only there to suppress
the gloomy fog that has settled in
My self control is
constantly dictating
my every urge and
that's what makes
me so fucking guilty
when I can't control
what could easily be avoided
There's never enough
satisfaction that could
make me content
and I'm seeking out
the little pleasures
while being empitier
than a vacant lot
and nothing could be
more satisfying than
knowing I can play around
in my surreal imagination
How to cope
with the grievances
I've tried fighting off
and yet still pretend
the good outweighs
the mounting burden
What to do when
everything is crashing
around you
Do I go down a destructive
path or do I let myself
disintegrate slowly
Why must there
never be enough
fucking joy to
keep my spirits up
and why must I keep
going into further turmoil
and I'll tell.you what
I've never felt more
indifferent
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Mental Ramblings
PoetryA collection of original poetry Disclaimer: These poems are not professionally written and in fact may sound very amateurish. I don't have a ton of experience writing really good poetry and keep in mind that these are drafts and I might further edit...
