So Easy

Sometimes

I just sit

Think.

I have no desire

To do anything.

My books are

Unappealing.

My movies

Boring.

The internet provides

No entertainment

And I am tired of hearing

The miserable stories

Of others.

So I sit.

Trace designs

Into my skin.

See if my fingernails

Can still make me bleed.

They usually can.

The End

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