Two Words I Have Been Asking Myself.
I Took A Long Walk Home,
It Was Good,
I Thought Of,
Nothing.
It Felt Good To Feel Nothing,
To Just Walk.
Then I Got Home,
Not So Alien Emotions Started Flooding In,
Once Again I Was Drowning In My Thoughts,
With My Novel Read,
I Had Nothing To Distract Me From This Hell,
My Brother Forced Me To Go CC,
I Wasn't Up For It,
Heck I Was Feeling So Lifeless,
My Pee Was Limp.
I Got Home For The Second Time,
Went To Get Some Water,
The Yelling Had Already Begun,
Great I Thought To Myself,
I Took A Shower,
A Warm One,
I Didn't Need A Cold Shower Since The World Was Treating Me Like This.
I Started Listening To The Killers,
I Realised Some Of Their Lyrics Are Emo,
Gives Me A Run For My Money.
Sat In My Bed For About Two Seconds,
Seconds Which Felt Like Hours,
Just Thinking About What Would Happen If I Just Dropped Dead.
I Took The First Thing I Saw,
A Blade,
I Slit My Wrist.
OK,
I Didn't,
Felt Like It Though.
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