Hit of the century (with no music)


We die for feelings,

But live for the empty.

I live for nothing,

Yet I die for everything.


I am the problem child,

And my life's worth nothing - 

Nothing but a bunch of bricks

That I use to throw at you, 

For the person I once knew -

The one who looked just like you,

But now's a simple gift reused.

  • Author: G.T.R (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2022 17:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: been inactive for a while but i just typed this out then wrote it in my book then went onto here. anywayyys having feelings again /neg. & yeah i did a fob type title. so what. its what im listening to. deal w/ it
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 6

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