There is
nothing
in this world.
Nothing to look
forward to.
Nothing to enjoy.
Nothing to be
grateful for.There is
nothing
in this shell of a body.
No soul.
No emotion.
No reason
to live.
It all left
a long time ago.There is
nothing
left here.
Everything
is gone.
Everything
is empty.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoesiaLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.