If it ain't broken don't fix it
But it doesn't wanna be fixed
It wants to sit here Boil up
Till it pops
Till then it won't give a shit
Not a flying fuck in the air
Even if it was I wouldn't care
I'd just sit down and stare
So pull up a chair
Because we're gonna be here for a while
Someone call the judge
My feelings on trial
The trial not liable
No reason overall
It's psychological
Mentally dead
Kill me if you want
Off with my head
It won't stop me though
Because my body's not dead
I MAKE SUFFERING SO FEEL THE DREAD
July 4
It's not even my independence
It's my life so why am I only mentioned
I'm the MASTER of no one
The husband of oblivion
It's not trivial
I HATE the skin I'm in
It's filled with marks
Scratches cuts
I'm holding back
To add another to the bunch
I honestly don't know
How to fix
A person like Me
You have to cut the roots
Not the tree
Ever since my walls were tore down
I built them up 3 times as strong
Cutting my emotions and all the bonds
If you want to get to me
Lol so long
Because you WONT be able to get in my walls
YOU ARE READING
A COLLECTION OF MY FEELINGS
PoetryMy own poetry which I use to express myself. I sometimes feel like I'm not supposed to be on planet Earth and all my life I have to cope with these different choices and scenarios that do more harm than help. It is up to me to push through it, but I...
