I'm sick of my own company, you don't know what it's like, being me,
The thoughts are all the same and I'm trapped inside my brain.
My skin feels like it's rotting and my blood feels like it's clotting,
I'm not ignoring you, that's the last thing I want to do
But I just can't fathom the words, because, you see, I hurt;
And I just can't seem to do anything right, so I'm going to stay quiet tonight.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
ŞiirI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
