Because words are stupid. Words are pointless. Words are nothing but a string of letters tied together so measly it resembles more of a wreckage. And my words are nothing but a carcass circled around by vultures waiting to feast on its dying rotting flesh and it's meaningless. My words are but something to be torn apart piece by piece until what is left is a skeleton of things i couldn't
say.
— and it's gonna be too late, it's gonna be too late
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write
PoetryMy therapist told me i needed a healthier coping mechanism
