I am done, my pen has lost it's ink
No more words, no more battles
I lay it down, the ink will dry out
In silence, my thoughts continue to scream and shout
The pages of these books filled with every feeling
Now a canvas of worthlessness
I am not going to bother with anyone
No longer will I be a burden
As death will soon arrive
There's no point to writing in this book
As no one will see
I barely bother to talk anymore.
I barely leave my place and the times I do
I wish I never had
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 2:51 AM UTC
I am done, my pen has lost it's ink
No more words, no more battles
I lay it down, the ink will dry out
In silence, my thoughts continue to scream and shout
The pages of these books filled with every feeling
Now a canvas of worthlessness
I am not going to bother with anyone
No longer will I be a burden
As death will soon arrive
There's no point to writing in this book
As no one will see
I barely bother to talk anymore.
I barely leave my place and the times I do
I wish I never had
I am struggling with so much that I feel so alone I barely stay in tune with conversations.