The 2 A.M Writer

Chore

Loneliness is becoming a chore

As did the hollow feelings and the roller coaster

Loss of intimacy, how can you lose nothing?

I think I'll be glad when it's over

Take me to the sky where all is pretty

But at the end, I'll still have my routine

And as that feeling grows duller and duller

I wish I'd fucking lose feeling

Frustration is the only spice in my kitchen

Why do I still fear what I don't believe in?

Bogeymen want me dead and I don't know why I'm gripping

All I can afford are plastic grins

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If God exists, I'm sure he's got a plan

If he doesn't, then this is pretty funny

 

 

 

 

Comments2

  • III.XVI

    good job. (:

  • MaddieJ

    I feel the same! It really does feel like a chore at times. Good write!



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