Feeling overwhelmed with what's going on
Don't ask me how I handle this
I just do what needs to be done
Yeah, I've got my reasons
But don't be mistaken
This isn't bliss
Not from what I've done

I should have listened to my intuition
But it's too late
Now I'm numb
And there's no exit
Just me in this closet
With so many secrets

Metaphors all around
Which go round and round
You'll never understand
But I'm sure you will
One day

How long will this last
How long will I survive
Who knows
Certainly not me
Just a nobody in my twenties
Who has a knack for poetry
Writing and writing
Only for it to bring nothing
Nah, it makes me forget about reality
So I guess that's something

Where is this going?
Who knows, certainly not me
Just a nobody in my twenties
Who lives in poverty
Hey, have some money?
I'll write you a lovely story
With a man named Johnny
Who has a girlfriend named Lucy
She's real juicy
BUT WAIT
She's a zombie
That's pretty filthy
I'm sorry

This poem turned out pretty bad
But it is what it is
Insomnia at it's finest
Anyways, I hope you have a splendid day
So goodbye, farewell
See you in hell.