No everything is not okay. nothing is, I just want to lay down outside in the dark floating around and listen to music. And I want to cuddle with my dog. And I want to go skateboarding with you, but it's raining and there's this creepy truck that keeps driving down my street and I just really feel like crying and breaking things. But I also feel just sitting in my closet staring at blackness. I want to be destructive to myself and forget all of this even though it was a beautiful experience. I want to grow a garden filled with white and red roses and I want to make them bloom so gorgeously. But after they grow I want to cut them all down because I want to prove visually that I am not okay. I want to paint you in all the colors that please me and then rip it to shreds because while I don't hate you, you anger me like no one else can. I love you for showing me what love is. And I hate you for showing what a broken soul feels like. And I know I can't change anything and I know that means that I should just move on, but I want you back. So no, I'm not okay.
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Inside of my Mind
PoetryThis is gonna be a stupid book about my mind. I'm going to write random shit and it's going to fluctuate often. Writing is my way of venting and so I'm going to vent.
