Apr 2014
Bile grips the gasps of every self-centered ****
They spill the tar out of their hearts onto ****** pavement
Lifeless limbs descend hollowed rooms, to linger over dust
The passing passions left to die in fake laughs
They spill the tar out of their hearts onto ****** pavement
Lifeless limbs descend hollowed rooms, to linger over dust
The passing passions left to die in fake laughs
4:20am, April 24th 2014
I feel so lifeless, purposeless, passionless.
I'm disgusted at myself for seeking solace in distractions, rather than passions.
How can anyone feel good chasing such pointless things? Are people really this shallow? Avoiding work, avoiding the majority of their life to be entertained at home? Avoiding conscious thought, repeating without reflecting, lingering in selfishness, ignorance?
I've barely been able to write poetry. I don't care for university anymore. I feel like I've only been talking to friends to put on a face, because it's what they expect. I just don't see the point in anything.
If I don't get out of this space, I don't know what will happen, but I'd rather die than live a shallow, miserable life.
I feel so lifeless, purposeless, passionless.
I'm disgusted at myself for seeking solace in distractions, rather than passions.
How can anyone feel good chasing such pointless things? Are people really this shallow? Avoiding work, avoiding the majority of their life to be entertained at home? Avoiding conscious thought, repeating without reflecting, lingering in selfishness, ignorance?
I've barely been able to write poetry. I don't care for university anymore. I feel like I've only been talking to friends to put on a face, because it's what they expect. I just don't see the point in anything.
If I don't get out of this space, I don't know what will happen, but I'd rather die than live a shallow, miserable life.
