What is love?
Just a lie and a fading hope
for the survival of the human race.
It's just an empty word
with no meaning behind it.
So now I'm completely over her,
that's how it should be.
So why do I still think about her?
I've matured so much, why is this happening?
Why can't I get her off my mind again?
All I want is to stop my mind from thinking.
My thoughts are way too intense
for me and my brain to handle all this.
Do I believe in the word mentioned above?
No. It's died away inside of me.
So. Now there's no more love in my life.
Well you can't live without love right?
Fuck. Why did she leave so long ago?
And why do I have this reoccurring thought
that in the future some day I will find her
and we will begin to fall in love again.
No. Reality is the only thing that's real,
so love is not, it's a fantasy
that's only real in movies and books.
So I'm writing this poem
which I don't really care about
because love is actually nothing to me now,
so what's there to write about?
That I have no innocence left
and I'm a psychotic freak
that can't make up his fucking mind
and can't plan for the future
because I just can't see one for myself.
I hope I end up dead
because it'll be a lot simpler then
and I won't have to suffer the consequences
of being a total fuck up my whole life.
Stop thinking...stop thinking!
Fuck. You know, I'd love to live somewhere else for a while.
But what happens when I have no money?
Should I kill myself then or go home?
They seem like the same options.
Why the fuck are my parents so controlling?
Fuck them.
Why does my mind think so much
and why am I so fucked up in the head?
No one deserves me.
That's probably why I have no one...
