Something uncontrollable. Falling off a cliff. I just can't stop this. Of wanting this.
You fell and hit you're head. You are now delusional.
Oh man. Why do I feel like it's my fault? It's my fault I've fallen yaknow. I can't get myself up. I'm just a depressing person. Bland to be around. I understand why. I mean I wouldn't want to be around myself. I'd want to be alone. Maybe that's what's up. I can never be perfect. Never feel perfect. The love is over it seems. Like everything has an expiration date. It's alright. I mean I was like this before. I didn't need anyone. So like why does it bother me. Why do I miss it all. Eh. Life es just eh.
YOU ARE READING
Edit
PoetryThis is for when the original is not enough or satisfing. When change is wanted. When the finished product is not up to their standards. When your told to not be you. You can only be you not anyone else cause everybody else is already taken. And som...
