Life seems
cold,
empty,
dark,
& useless.
Life seems
meaningless
& troublesome.
A burden.
It'd be nice
if life was
nonexistent,
but it's not.
Life exists;
it was a gift.
Don't return it
even if it's
a piece of shit.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoesíaLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
