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No, I dont want to talk about it
How do I explain myself?
Cause my anger is misplaced.
It's like, I wanna be by myself, but not feel alone.
And I wanna skip out on life, but life's not allowed to go on without me.
It's all twisted cause I dream of leaving an impression, but I dont want anything to touch me.
Yet every moment leaves its mark.
How can I be so shallow and hollow, but feel so deeply?
I miss drugs. I miss the void and loss of inhibition.
Seriously, when did I forget how to be human?
Anything is better than this... nothing would even be better.
I freakin hate me.
Cause my anger is misplaced.
It's like, I wanna be by myself, but not feel alone.
And I wanna skip out on life, but life's not allowed to go on without me.
It's all twisted cause I dream of leaving an impression, but I dont want anything to touch me.
Yet every moment leaves its mark.
How can I be so shallow and hollow, but feel so deeply?
I miss drugs. I miss the void and loss of inhibition.
Seriously, when did I forget how to be human?
Anything is better than this... nothing would even be better.
I freakin hate me.
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