What it's about.
My soul is getting colder and colder.
Let me go.
Don't be such a circus.
Just stop.
Stop torturing me.
It's ruining my life.
I feel autistic.
An autistic person who's looking for something.
An autistic person who doesn't look autistic.
It's stupid, but true.
I'm already losing my mind.
Fuck it.
It's just mental shit.
YOU ARE READING
My universe-Poems.
PoetryHumans is so clever that he deceives himself under the influence of feelings. Feelings are good, but you have to keep a balance, otherwise you will lose control over everything.
