People sucks, who needs them?

People sucks, who needs them?

A Poem by Tilian Darko

Kill your mind.
Make yourself number than you ever were.
As your mind dies you care less and less what they think.
You care less how they think.
As your whole mind shuts down and stays offline for good you become happy.
Your smile then means something.
You then only care for yourself, everyone is dead to you.
They as people and opinions are f*****g dead.
You become less anxious, less depressed, finally, they all shut the f**k up.
They all stopped talking at once.
They all died within your mind.
Your mind becomes silent.
You become yourself.

© 2017 Tilian Darko


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Added on October 11, 2017
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