12:30 am March 11th 2017
I'm going slightly mad playing over and over in my mind
Thought(s) of the night:
shut them up
go to bed
ignore the voices in my head
look at the dog
distract myself
my skin itches
my brain hurts
he asked what's wrong with me
I wish I knew
I had cake
it made me sad
my hair is a mess
My brain is messed up
He's sleeping now
He's kinda cute when he sleeps
Curled up in a ball
Nothing can explain those worlds
No, it's either sad or peaceful
for example, if I'm thinking too much, I tend to curl up to forget I exist
But he's just on my bed in a small curled up position, his body moving gently to his breathing
It's calm
at night
But it's also scary
I could die
Do I want to die?
Is that what I want?
Have I done what I wanted with my life?
Who are you?
Where am I?
Why did they invent God?
He didnt help me when I needed him too.
He's pretend, just like my stories in my head.
I meet them
We talk
It's interesting
I cry
I explain
We speak
That's it
I don't see them again
I made little impact
They won't remember.
That's it
I'm tired now.
Took me four minutes more than I expected to write this.
My stomach feels weird.
Good night..
YOU ARE READING
Slice of thoughts
PoetryRandom scribbles from my up at nights. I think a lot Here you go, Have a slice of what i Think Don't get sad it'll make it worse.
