yeah i know that life's unfair,
not everyone can be rare.
but i had to be THIS worthless?
so many men gawk and stare.
nothings fun,
i'm not angry I'm just numb,
staring straight into the sun.
walking in cirlces,
thats all i do.
dizzy falling,
deadly walking.
depression comes and goes.
please come back to me,
but not the kind i have been before.
screaming her name,
look what you did to me,
just shut up and give me more.
on the bathroom floor,
blood spills everywhere.
thats what i want,
its what i need,
i dont give a fuck if you think its greed.
i really need to get out of my house and do something,
before this summer ends and all I remember is a boring despair.
YOU ARE READING
real psychward exclusive
PoetryFirst 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...
