journal · poetry

Ramble

Life:
I stared at the word.
Remembered times
I was cursed and cursing.
Wondered why.
Wondered something.
But I’m not sure what it was
or where I’m going
with this or why I’m writing.
it doesn’t make much sense, it
just makes me want to smoke
another cigarette
and die a little faster
and a little more apart
from everyone I know.
Because all these people
and all their words and
their smiles that scream
out a false advertisement
of life have
really really really
really really really
really really
got me feeling down.
And I just feel so low
so low and so tired
and so absolutely alone.

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