I love you.
I hate you.
You hurt me.
You saved me.
You lied to me.
You showed me the truth.
I feel nothing.
But I feel everything.
I type slow,
So I can read what I have to say.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
