human error vii.
It’s funny, how people break.
One day you’re just sitting
in a cheap plastic chair,
scratching dreams
into the wood of your desk,
watching the teacher
brainwash you,
and then it hits you
like a motherfucking
train.
There’s mayhem at first,
the little people in your head rushing around
like little Einsteins,
asking themselves
how they missed this all
before.
It happens so fast
like you cant even remember
if you were drowning or not
and then all of a sudden
you’re just coughing up
seashells and ocean water.
I swore revenge on the Crossfire
over two months ago,
and now I’m dead.
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glitch
PoesíaI am a monster. Everybody knows it, but they're too afraid to say it out loud. My body's made of static and dead skin cells, and I don't know if knowing that i'm a failure is what makes me sad or if it's the fact that everyone else knows i'm a failu...
