So now I'm thinking what if I put many speakers around me, and play this song at random times all at once.
What will that get me.
Fear of too much sound.
Now I'm thinking what if it's actually people getting tired of you and now they throw it back at you and...
IT'S JUST A THOUGHT. That no one needed you for what you want and need.
I feel like people are just taking parts of me and just tossing me on the floor like a rug.
Moved. Stepped on. Thrown in the closet just to be forgotten again a replacement is for you.
Then they remember a say hey its been a while. Even tho it's their fault that I'm bunched up forced out of a now comfort zone.
That is a big thought. That's just how needy I am. How much of annoying I am. It's useless to talk about this now.
People say they wish better for me but they just say "Such a baby to say that."
People say such cruel things behind you even tho you're standing right next to them.
As if you don't exist.
I guess that's what my brain is trying to do, get rid of them by covering them up.
Hiding them saying 'that's not what you need.'
'You can easily see they don't like you.'
All you are is to add to their social throne. To make them higher than you.
I tried...thank you for reading.
Goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
I show, You tell
RandomI'm trying to write everyday to get the feeling of writing. just poems and thoughts I jotted down before and now are put up thanks if read. It's not. Anymore. It's just sadness in sentences. Stuff.
