Sad poetry...Nothing Matters Anymore
Nothing matters anymore
I think I'm done, I think I'm sure.
Why should I cook or clean the house.
Why should I care, I don't know how.
The things that made life living for,
Has gone away, I care no more.
I'm not suicidal
I think I'm done, I think I'm sure.
Why should I cook or clean the house.
Why should I care, I don't know how.
The things that made life living for,
Has gone away, I care no more.
I'm not suicidal
51-55, F