I'm tired of wondering what else is out there left for me.
i can't seem to find anything or anyone that could fill the grief that has devoured me in my sleep.
i've tried several times to go around a place and find something to serve as my inspiration...unsuccessful.
i've tried so many times to love someone random... but it has left me, again, unsuccessful.
people said to cherish the ones you have now, instead of wallowing about the ones you've lost. but you have no idea how much i have[cherished]. in return i get nothing but "shut up"s and "fucck off"s.
i keep giving advices about letting people know and understand you.
When i seem to be the one who should really start to introduce myself.
Now it's too late, i guess. I've finally decided to show them who i am.
but i have got nothing to tell.
nothing to feel...
nothing but this terrible poem that doesn't even rhyme, or even make sense.
