Maybe I should be concerned.
So I have a very mixed up life and I can't seem to control
myself.
It all is a sad twisted metal video game.
I am really trapped in this body and world.
My own mind asking me "what's up" in this thread.
I fell for all this love.
Really don't have any idea on how to live this life.
Those streets I see when I walk home, I really can't put together that millions have walked where I am walking now.
Do you know what it feels like at 8:12pm walking at night from home to home?
I love those chats with the boys, but when I'm alone I question the sanity we displayed.
My mom came in and told me "god listened!"
I find this sad to me because of our family situation we are in.
My body isn't excite.
"You are ugly, and maybe you need to be very concerned."
I hope you understand why I cut my curtains half-way.
To see more of the light outside, and less of the darkness I have in my room.
Even on the sunniest days, my room still has me under the dark till I choke.
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Thursday
PoetryThe depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understan...
