I think I'm addicted to sadness, it seems to radiate off of me when I'm alone. I can't escape it. I feel so lost lately. My eyes feel like black holes. I have no motivation anymore. None. Losing everything really takes a toll. Never thought I could agree that I was unstable, again. With my long night cravings to draw with sliver and make it come out as red. I forget to eat because my mind lands on the worst of things to think about, it always seems to roll back around to you. But you're not the worst thing. You're one of the best, just a terrible thing to think of when all I can do is miss you. I feel so tired. So useless. Lately I can't keep track of how many times you come through my head. How it's been 4 months together. How it's been a month since we spoke. I think I'm killing myself just by all the thinking I do, no need for a gun. I can kill myself with my own mind.
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Maybe I'm crazy. Or worse Maybe I'm sane.
PoetryThis is just some odd and in short writes I've done through out the years.
