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Ive come to the point of insanity
These walls closed in
People walking, blind to everything
Confused and dazed
Ive come to the point of insanity
Were this life means so much
However means so little
Everything matters not but not to me
Ive come to the point of insanity
Where my life is upside down
Where I wake up sleeping
Where I fall asleep awake
Ive come to the point of insanity
And realized that nothing has changed
That this life has been the same
That all is as it was
Ive come to this point of insanity
And wondered what isn't insane
Ive come to this point
And I now know,
I was never sane to begin with
These walls closed in
People walking, blind to everything
Confused and dazed
Ive come to the point of insanity
Were this life means so much
However means so little
Everything matters not but not to me
Ive come to the point of insanity
Where my life is upside down
Where I wake up sleeping
Where I fall asleep awake
Ive come to the point of insanity
And realized that nothing has changed
That this life has been the same
That all is as it was
Ive come to this point of insanity
And wondered what isn't insane
Ive come to this point
And I now know,
I was never sane to begin with
i find that dealing with people is easy
but dealing with yourself is hard
this poem, writing or a gathering of words in lines to create sentences to attempt to make sense whatever you want to call this is all just about me and my head about how things in your life just go by and nothing is being done like a dead end job no more learning no more fun no more nothing i started thinking about all this shit but let me first explain to why im thinking this way, im 18 i just finished high school and i have been working for 7 - 8 months now and im bored i play games at work just so i wont shoot everyone just to have a little fun ok being real now i wouldnt do that but its how i feel i got good grades in school i passed with a acceptances for/in/to/whatever a BA and i can study all my friends are studying what they want to do and here i am sitting here wishing i could go study and i cant fuck my life is what i say to myself every single morning.. you probably sitting reading this going what a fucking doosh but hey i need to tell someone my sad fucking life... but on a good note i hope you like this collection of words and if you dont get over it and tell me why .. but not swear at me im in a fragile state
but dealing with yourself is hard
this poem, writing or a gathering of words in lines to create sentences to attempt to make sense whatever you want to call this is all just about me and my head about how things in your life just go by and nothing is being done like a dead end job no more learning no more fun no more nothing i started thinking about all this shit but let me first explain to why im thinking this way, im 18 i just finished high school and i have been working for 7 - 8 months now and im bored i play games at work just so i wont shoot everyone just to have a little fun ok being real now i wouldnt do that but its how i feel i got good grades in school i passed with a acceptances for/in/to/whatever a BA and i can study all my friends are studying what they want to do and here i am sitting here wishing i could go study and i cant fuck my life is what i say to myself every single morning.. you probably sitting reading this going what a fucking doosh but hey i need to tell someone my sad fucking life... but on a good note i hope you like this collection of words and if you dont get over it and tell me why .. but not swear at me im in a fragile state
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