i remember screaming and crying and falling
to my knees in some sort of shit prayer
begging god to forgive me for bawling
because im sick of juggling hope and despair
like some sort of game and i can only hate
him because i hate myself for being so broken
and its useless to struggle against my fate
because the devils inside of me have spoken
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoesíaLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
