It's odd
How sometimes I want to feel bad
I want the cold
I want the sad
Maybe it's some desperate attempt
For me to feel valid
It's odd
Cuz I made loneliness a friend
My only companion
That I can't escape
And I'm not even sure
That I want to let go of it
It's odd
How I complain
Over nothings
And still am incapable
To fix those small problems
They never go away
It's odd
Cuz I'll question
Due to unfair suspicion
Swirling around in my thoughts
Do they really care
Am I wanted here
It's odd
All these things
That hurt, that kill
And still
I don't always want them gone
It's
All
Just
A
Little
Odd
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ПоэзияHere we are again Another collection New poems Same person Here we are again Trying to make things And have them make sense Read, and tell me If you understand Cuz here we are again And I'm still not sure Placed 1st in Everything's Cancelled Awa...
