You guys have to understand that music and poetry are not helping me any longer.
You guys need to feel that I need something, not comfort or attention, I need something that will make me hold on.
You guys should understand that the darkness is creeping into my veins, mixing into my blood, intoxicating the whole "me."
You guys don't understand that I am not feeling bad, I feel terrible. I don't feel sad, I feel lonely. I'm not feeling alone, I FEEL IGNORED--EVERY FUCKING TIME.
You see, everyday the struggle is with me. They visit me even when I'm asleep, they are here. Revolving around me, feasting with my weak mentality.
Please, look at me.
I may seem okay, but...
I don't know what to do.
I might fall for them,
They might convince me,
They are offering a hand,
Look at me one last time,
Before I take it.
YOU ARE READING
My Life and Other Things
PoesíaThe thing is I do not know if my life is too common or I am just so unfocused and alone. The thing is I want to know if every people is same as me, or if that difference makes us the same. The thing is I have to write it all because that's the only...
