I like being lonely.
I like to cry.
I was happy when you finally had the nerve to say goodbye.I like being crazy.
I like not being sane.
I somewhat enjoy being swallowed by pain.So, don't try to fix me.
I like not being free.I'm happy with being unhappy.
Why can't you see?
YOU ARE READING
Constellations Of The Mind
PoetryThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.