All alone in this crazy, messed up world.
I sit here and think to myself.
Lots of things come to my mind,
Who really cares?
What is this life for?
Why am I still living?
Where am I going in life?
These questions stay in my mind continuously.
Always alone in this crazy messed up world...
Wow.
I love poems that don't rhyme
I can see this being read in
Like one of those poetry bars
With drums playing at the side.
It's so darn poetic.
Anywayz, I love the poem
You get a 10 for this one.
Comment/Vote on my poems, kay?