my room is dark
the walls are stark
shaved legs smooth
i really wanna loose
this empty feeling
my heart is peeling
like a rotten banana
i wanna be in a cabana
not in my goddamn room
that needs a broom
door closed
sniffling nose
music blaring
unknown eyes staring
furtive glances
sense enhances
feeling of dread
stuck in my head
why is it there
i shouldn't be scared
what's wrong with me
just go to sleep
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Mind Heart Soul
PoëzieWhat goes on in my mind. What I feel in my heart. What I experience with my soul.
