You know what.
It annoys me.
You annoy me.
Everything seems to annoy me now.
And I shut myself off again,
into the never ending abyss.
Not that you care anyways,
I don't see why you would.
But I seem to bring you into this,
Even though you've done nothing wrong.
I bring you into this 'cus you've done nothing.
Exactly. You've done nothing.
Nothing at all.
Selfish.
YOU ARE READING
poems from lost minds -||
PoesíaOnism- the frustration of being stuck alone in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time. 🥀It's like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over strange place names with your eyes, each representing one mo...
