I'm not thinking sometimes
Sometimes
When I'm depressed
I blurt things
When I'm angry
I blurt things
Things
That I wish to erase
Fuck you bastard
For making me
Sad
And angry
And to let go of my
Secrets
I need more erasers
Maybe thousands
I let my emotions loose lots
I guess
To say so much
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
