so this is how it feels to have no inspiration
no longer do I flow better than lungs respiration
I just wine bout life and write pointless shit
I don’t even care if people think this is bit
I just don’t care bout life in general, no end
so why the hell am I even going to pretend
pretend that I can be some one in a world
so I just go to my bed and start a curl
Literally, I twist my thoughts in a mind
until sanity becomes impossible to find
all inspiration is lost. my soul, swallowed
by thoughts that have no life, followed....
I followed the others for a while now
how do I feel? like a jackass child now..
stupid, half retarded, and a bit insane
not so insane that thoughts don’t reach my brain
so I sit by my window and stare at the rain
get bored and look at TV, please entertain
so how the hell can I write nirvana? no harmony
I cant even stand up, fuck nirvana, no stability
oh, fuck I forgot to mention...did ya know my poems will leave you breathless?
when you read them your laughter will go till you cant breathe..ridicule, endless...

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