I'm falling.. deeper into a hole that takes one persons words to dig.. my shovel has broke, there is no getting out.. no escape from the grasp of my demons. They tell me I'm useless.. just a waste of space.. internet trolls and people that are fake use the web as a way to escape, they take all their problems and terrorize other people so that they can have even the slightest amount of enjoyment.. internet trolls and people that are fake, fuel my demons with information to relay.. they relay it in my thoughts where I simply can't deny that by the end of the day I always cry. It gets to me in a way that nothing else does, it hits my heart like a freight train
I am not a person.. no.. I can't be from this race. I look around at all the mothers staring blankly into a screen, paying no attention to their infant scream.. and all of the fathers paying their daughters for shoes and useless accessories. I am not from this race, I simply cannot be, so I continue falling in this hole, you will see no more of me..
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Funny how the world works | anthology
PoetryThis is a book of random things I have written, could be poetry, could be rants, could be possible songs I've made.. it's all just.. word vomit, y'see?
