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I am empty
I am empty
A piece of art left unfinished
Stumbling through life trying to find purpose
I am empty
No one has ever loved me
Most people laugh at me
Or ignore me
I am empty
Nothing matters in my life
There is no reason to get up
No reason to live
My greatest curse of all
Is my determination
I want to live but as I stumble through life
I'm beaten to a pulp daily
Who am I?
What's the point?
Why the fuck do I care whether I live or die?
I am empty
But I'm smart enough to know
Death will not change that
A piece of art left unfinished
Stumbling through life trying to find purpose
I am empty
No one has ever loved me
Most people laugh at me
Or ignore me
I am empty
Nothing matters in my life
There is no reason to get up
No reason to live
My greatest curse of all
Is my determination
I want to live but as I stumble through life
I'm beaten to a pulp daily
Who am I?
What's the point?
Why the fuck do I care whether I live or die?
I am empty
But I'm smart enough to know
Death will not change that
Published 11th Feb 2017
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11th Feb 2017 3:45pm
16th Feb 2017 6:51am
I am blown away by your vulnerability. You are raw and uncensored. Your poem is authentic. Very nice work.
