The worst kind of sad is not being able to explain why.
I'm terrified to be alone.
It's hard to breath.
It's to much pressure.
I try so hard.
I fail so much.
My heads so loud.
My eyes they burn.
My skin it crawls.
My heart it aches.
The pain is gone.
I'm cold and numb.
I want it to end.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
