It's worthless
There's nothing here for you
The people you talk to, you hurt
The things you do, get you nowhere
It's worthless
Is life meant to be purely enjoyed? What is enjoyment: materially, mentally, spiritually?
Is life meant to work hard in? To the point that you can't think and you can't do?
Is life meant to be a walkway to death? One which is shorter and longer for some?
It's worthless
You don't know.
A/N: I'm not sure if this can classify as a poem specifically, or more just an "artful jumble of words"? We'll call it that.
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(ever updating) Collection of Semi-Depressing Poetry
诗歌"One must write poetry in such as way that if one threw the poem at a window, the pane would break." - Daniil Kharms Here's some random (semi-depressing) poetry that I wrote (and I'll update pretty often). Most of them were wrote with this (https:...
