Why d-did I cause this fucking rage.
From the outside of my face to deep in my ribcage.
Needles and cloth,
Buttoning can't fix sleeplessness.
But needless to say I thought I was patched.
Inexperienced and paranoid
Will make me look like the freak
Who takes pictures with their Polaroid.
Friendly but friendless.
I make acquaintances
Who forget me and I'll soon leave them.
Confused and crying
It's my name
The label I didn't choose is how I'm promote myself.
I don't have a love.
I don't have trust.
I don't have lust.
The fact I can see it as an excuse for the next few weeks or just tomorrow, been called pathetic.
I'm still not sure what I'm supposed to feel.
Maybe not great for anything.
Especially love.
I'm sorry for posting my feelings on my fence.
I keep moving
Kicked out
Hence,
I try to make a "home" every where.
I'll try to breathe
I have the dark side of the moon around my eyes.
I'm sorry for being unappealing.
Weary eyes drip like paint
Despondent people are filling at the norm.
Let's steal.
Let's steal gone ignorance
Let's steal unpleasantness, with the side of aggressions toward coward-ness.
Not a friend
Not an acquaintance
Just a someone who I find interested.
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Flowers In My Lungs
Poésie. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . What in the world is this? Not exactly sure. Poetry and short stories for a person who is in or similar mental state as I am :(: Hi acquaintance, friend, per...
