A Dead Life

Existence is the reason everyone is jealous and people can never be 100% it. Life is a game where people who are short minded tend to win. Whereas I see life as being an endless cycle of nothingness. I am just a piece to an unfinished puzzle. Life is meant to be enjoyed but is always contemplated. It can be nothing or everything. Life isn’t looked into that far, but somehow I can. Some people get how life works, but I have no clue. Why can’t life be that easy. Everyone says to live life, but how can you when I’ll never know what it truly is? The things I do are just a distraction from how dead I am. I feel like I’ve already died, but I am just delaying the realisation of who I am.


  • Having hope

  • Joseph

    Death is not half as mysterious as life.

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