This poem
Is nothing
But a waste of time
And space.
A result of staring at a blank page
Not knowing what to say
And feeling nothing in my veins
Because sometimes I can't write about things I want to
And all I can write is this-
Meaningless string of nothing
That has no purpose other than to die
And tell a bunch of lies
About how I'm okay
When I'm barely scraping fine
And this.
This is what it's like.
A breakdown with my cup of coffee in the morning
And this awful meaningless nothing with my uncapped pen in the evening
Is this where it all ends?
I never thought I'd sink this low
A string of lines and meaningless words
A train of thought that won't let go
And now we'll never know.
Or at least I hope.
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To be honest, this poem even confuses me but apparently I can't really think of anything to write, so I thought at least I'd try to use that as a prompt. I know, how resourceful of me XD
Also, I haven't published in over a month now, so that's a new kind of low *pops party poppers*
Who said writing was stressful? :')
Anyway, I hope that you're all doing well and now I'll stop with the A/N because at this point, I'm just using it to get the word count up.
I hope you enjoy my next update, which will come in 2024 (judging by my procrastination skills). Thanks for reading <3
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