I should be asleep
My existentialism
is acting up again
there doesn't seem
to be a pill for that yet
I took melatonin
but I'm still awake
I've got to be up
in five hours
cool
I'm not going to
dive in
to this emotional crap
it's just a rerun anyway
i always write the same
crap
and never solve anything
I don't know why
we exist
or why
we die
or why
no one hears
me
blah blah blah
is there caffeine
for my soul?
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Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry from my life written between ages 16 and the present.