As I feel the cooling of the water against my lava cheeks I have given up. It seems I give up numerous times in 24 hours and there is no way out. I am weak and down trodden and perhaps the worst thing I have realised is, perhaps I crave a romantic cliche if my life. Not like a lover, just a romance, with myself, with my friends, with my surroundings, with the little things in life. Especially the little things in life, maybe i wont feel so terribly alone then.
Maybe then I wont feel every cliche feeling there is to feel. Maybe i wont feel so below ordinary for the rest of my life. The worst part is, everyone tells me Im not ordinary; but I still smile the same way, i breathe the same way, i eat the same way, i talk the same way. Is there any thing extraordinary in myself except the wonders I decide to in the people around me.
Its cold now. I feel uncomfortable in my skin. Detached from the wonders in my life and attached to the monotony.
Perhaps tonight, I'll aid myself in staying awake and perhaps tonight I shall weep as I write about feelings I've forgotten. I shall weep as I spill my heart to metal. Because that is all I have left.
Blood cold cold blood. Feel feel feel. Thats what I need right now. But I cant. Maybe Im just an attention seeker, or perhaps Im breaking apart a little. An addict on the verge of relapse.
Perhaps thats my cliche for the rest of my life.
An addict on the verge of relapse.
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My Boring Escapades.
Poetry"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
