myPointless existence

I could sit all alone and pretend I've ever been able to write a poem
When in reality I was tweakin' lost in my fucking zone
No creativity here just illusions
Well, ok also some delusions .. Along side senseless conclusions, a beautiful profusion of toxic confusion

It could haunt me for the rest of existence but then i would be weak
Feelings of a fucked up relentless mis fit trying to feel better so I fuckin geek