mindless Bullshit

 Accepted for what I am or what I'm  not.
 Don't give a fuck
 it's tapped to my hand
 worries never bite
 
 Finally pushing forward but my bored is broken.
 Biting the tip of my tongue blood is gushing.
 
 rushing the feeling.
 
 are you breathing?
 sealing the feeling by being the murder of the night.
 
 Flying high, sighing never defines what I'm thinking in my mind.
 
 my fingers bleed as I write.

 am I finished? I might be right?