I don’t do it for contest,
Or to make someone’s day.
The words help me..
To survive, to fight depression,
To make sense of the senseless.
People have always let me down,
And nothing else can compare...
Give me a blank canvas, let me give it life.
The meaning of which is yours to comprehend,
But it doesn’t matter,
Because, when it’s done, I can move on..
To different thoughts, and bigger problems.
My lifeline bleeds ink,
And the end is insignificant,
The journey is everything.
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