i feel evil,
i feel rotten.
woke up and remembered i witnessed three murders in my dream,
now ima take it out on you like im fuckin "normal teen".
im buying shit cuz i feel like i got a giant fuckin payment.
i feel like the devil,
psychopathic tendencies and big manic eyes.
i wanna try fuckin fentanyl tonight,
i want everyone to look at me and say,
"oh damn she just fucking od'd,
what will we do with her body?"
my runaway conscious screaming down the highway,
they think im demented.
all these fucking demonic thoughts chasing me like im satan.
hang them with my rotted fucking corpse.
let me get some compensation,
i witness my own rape and murder every night.
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PoesíaFirst few chapters are about this girl then the rest is just my life and me venting. If anyone read this please dont comment shit like "are u ok" or "talk to someone" i really dont need that and i present these problems alot stronger then they are i...