There is so much
the world has offered,
and you
just want to throw it all
away.
You are loved
by your parents,
by your siblings,
by your friends.
They love you.
Others aren't so lucky:
they don't have
what you do.
And you
just want to throw it all
away.
Why?
Why do you
want to throw it all
away?
Why are you
so unhappy?
You have nothing
to be unhappy with.
Even with these gifts,
I am unhappy.
I am ungrateful.
I am selfish.
I don't deserve it—
that's why
I want to throw it all
away.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
