Alone.
sitting in a dark room.
waiting.
for what?
a sign?
something to keep me going?
i dont know.
i dont know.
thats the problem
i dont know what im feeling
i feel happy?
or is it me telling myself i should be
because although most of my bad thoughts went away, i cant help but still feel them in the back of my head.
Turn off your porcelain face
I know you have it
you pretend to be sensitive, then shoot painful words into my head, the pain going directly to my heart.
how are you sensitive when you're my worst bully.
i know im not perfect, but that doesnt mean you as a mother, has to constantly tell your child about it.
Sometimes i think im dead
Am i dead?
are you?
these bad thoughts constantly nag at my brain, making me question my existence.
would people be better without me??
Get a load of this monster
Im a terrible person.
why cant i just be good
why cant i be kind
i only have one friend for a reason.
Get a load of this train wreck
im not stable
who am i?
why do i exist?
why do you exist?
is this just a game?
am i just a character being played by a person i dont even know?
feels at home in this place.
what place?
YOU ARE READING
music and other poetic shit
Randomsometimes i just need to vent while listening to music..... anyways usually the more i write the more chaotic it gets so be prepared for random stuff.
