What’s Your Point?

It’s not necessarily that I want to “die”…or want to be dead.

It’s just thtat I don’t understand why it is that I am here. 

It may, and will forever, be baby girl that has attached me to this world.

I would have lifted off without her. 

I am able to recognize that I am existing very deep inside of a depression at this present moment.

I keep kicking myself that at the idea that it’s because I miss my mom so much.

It’s just that, that wasn’t how it was all supposed to go down.

I would have understood the point of my existence had restoration been fully made.

It makes no sense to deliver…and then un deliver.


I haven’t eaten today.

But, then again, I just now smoked a bowl. 

No point.

To Anything.


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