alright, so I know all my poems are the same, but that's just because I have nothing to write about. maybe someday I'll get around to writing something happy that people will actually want to read, but until then, get over it. |
My stomach hurts
Like I might throw up at any moment...
My wrist is itching
Like it knows my thoughts...
I am no longer alive
For peace and beauty I strive...
I'll write you a song
And I'll tear you all up...
One little line
Goes up and down...
Just one little line
Always there to remind me...
I'm on the verge of a breakdown
I'm going down so fast...
I walk alone on this brisk autumn day
Not a soul around, just the cold and me...
I seem to be on the verge of a breakdown
For some reason I'm holding everything in...
Everything I do
Everything I say...