QDI
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One, makes me claw at my chest
Wishing that wasn't there
Two, makes me grab my stomach
And want to slice off pieces
Three, drains my energy
Leaving blue bags beneath
One, makes me want to be what I'm not
Jealous of those who are
Two, makes me a perfectionist
As it goes down the drain so do I
Three, makes my brain fuzzy
Tv static in my mind
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A very personal one this time. I've felt weird recently. Nothing feels right, nothing feels good. It all feels off. Even this shitty 'poem' feels really wrong.
Like sour milk.
But in better news, I love two people a lot.
'Specially one of them
