I'm alone,
My reflection is the only thing staring back at me.
Tired of speaking,
And at a loss of words,
I don't want to tell you about how it hurts.
So I'll stay here,
Just me and my thoughts.
I think about everything,
Like the emotion I've lost.
I hate everyone,
With the exception of 10.
No hard feelings,
Though.
I know it's mutual.
YOU ARE READING
Screaming Through Oblivion
Puisi"Hell is other people." ~Jean-Paul Sartre. Always expect the worst- it eliminates disappointment. An odd collection of mostly depressing poetry, because I'm a depressed and depressing person.
