I have this problem where I get
Way too into my own head
About everything that's been said
My own head haunted, haunted
I sit and dull my stare
I dread the sound of someone there
Sitting and noticing my hair
Sticking out on goosebumps everywhere
Hurting disassociation
Trying not to lose my patience
I just want to scream but I whisper
Solitary excruciation
My mind undergoing corrasion
I just want to leave but I linger
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
