poetry is my other last resort
ever falling into the abyss that is life
i cut myself
ever living this pointless life
i cut myself
ever agonizing pain that is our existence
i cut myself
ever futile search for that which is nothing
i cut myself
ever chewing this field of unfathomable sorrow
i cut myself
ever tolerating this meager existence of a dark
daydream
i cut myself
ever gazing into my soul
i cut myself
ever hungering for something more
i cut myself
ever fornicating the other bulls that don't understand me
i cut myself
ever releasing my karma into the bottomless pit of my soul
i cut myself
ever dreaming of a gleeful morning that will never come
i cut myself
ever becoming that which is nothing and always escapes me
i cut myself
ever humiliating myself in this world that never accepts me
i cut myself
now where is my ambien?