Here we go again.
Another Scratch, Another Panic Attack.
Just when i thought i was done. Ain't it fun, being a nervous wreck?
I'm a big kid now, I'm twenty. I'm too old, to be the drama queen.
Nobody really cares when you're not.
Beautiful.
I sound like an emo, maybe i am. At least by definition.
I feel like a sham, but what am i to you? Would you care if i faded away?
If i got swallowed by the darkness, That consumes my mind?
If only you knew, what goes on in my mind.
A million different ways to make me dead.
How can you tell me to "get over it" If i could get over it, believe me, i would.
I wish i could stop.
I could stop thinking like this.
If only i could
YOU ARE READING
The Words In My Head.
De Todo-THIS IS NOT A STORY- This is a book filled with my poems (not rhyming ones but free verse, where i express shizz)
