I used to think
Something
And I can't grasp it
Anymore
I'm older
And broken
I used to be
More ideal
Believing in something
Besides myself
Others
I still believe
A little bit of meeting people
Reminds me that I'm not alone
This isn't poetry
But it's something
We all end up alone
Eventually but what fear
Is that
Everyone that has ever existed
Has and will, die
What does it matter?
How can we exist?
And who cares?
Probably no one
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 2:43 AM UTC
I used to think
Something
And I can't grasp it
Anymore
I'm older
And broken
I used to be
More ideal
Believing in something
Besides myself
Others
I still believe
A little bit of meeting people
Reminds me that I'm not alone
This isn't poetry
But it's something
We all end up alone
Eventually but what fear
Is that
Everyone that has ever existed
Has and will, die
What does it matter?
How can we exist?
And who cares?
Probably no one
It's okay to still believe...in something. I kind of don't.
