I Say I Dont Feel Like Talking But I Think Im Just Dying Inside
A poem erratic, irregular and tricky as my emotion
Why don't i have the words
The pain is just absurd
Blowing slowly through life
Im almost at the curb
Ready to take my life
Playing with a knife
The way i've learnt to live
Is simply to just give
Don't keep anything inside
I'm not good enough anyway
We are all going to die
At the end of the day
I put myself away
I want to come out
Nobody hears, even if i shout
Who am i
Is my name a lie
my name is just a title, and i am just alive
We happen to be together, but nothing defines me
No trends or personalities
That are left for people to see
I threw myself in the trash
I treated my friends like a rash
Itching and annoying, can’t wait for them to leave
I want to get them back, but i have nothing up my sleeve
Itching and annoying, cant wait for them to go
Look at what i’ve done, now im all alone
Socially i have no home
I do anything, things i dont do,
Just so i have a reason to talk to you
Talking dirty
Acting all flirty
Im sure ill be dead before i reach thirty
I hope ill be dead before i reach thirty
Ill keep trying, i need something to rep
The future aint lookin nice and thats not my set
And so
I take another step
Each one there’s less and less
Of me.
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