I'm just another kid,
Writing my feelings in ink
Page after page
Life burns on like old sage
I sit here as an emotional teenager
Writing in ink
Like letting poison out of my blood
The ink is my venom
My poisoning thoughts paralyze me
It kills
Depression is the serpent that pumps my veins
With this sick, grotesque poison
But what do I know?
I'm just an emotional teen
Writing my feelings with my own poison
YOU ARE READING
Scrapbook Of Insecurities
RandomHere lies every single meaningful thought in my head. Coming from places of eternal sunshine, and the darkest corners of existence. Enjoy my freakshow of a mind.
