sometimes i don't even want to breathe anymore
because that shit burns my lungs
i can't even cry anymore
i just stare at something
feel empty inside
my eyes go dry
it feels like my heart isn't pumping enough blood
to keep my body alive
so what am i?
a living creature without feelings
with too many thoughts?
but i thought a human without feelings
isn't possible
so what am i?
an used object without any will to live?
well, shit
i don't even know what the fuck i am
YOU ARE READING
Well, shit.
PoetrySome thoughts I write down when I feel like it. I don't think you can call it poetry. It's just multiple sentences next to each other in one context. I feel like shit most of the time and think about way to many thoughts at once, so these present...
