Ugly ghost of anger
Will rip me apart
Feast on my rotting innards
I do not want to escape.
I always waited for this day
When i knew i'd go insane
But now that it's here
I do not want it at all
But how can i refuse?
I fucking asked for this.
I carry this bag of hate on my back
Bent, ready to be fucked over by the world
They say that they love me a lot
I don't feel it for some weird reason
I know I'm getting used
I think I deserve this
I'm searching for the trigger
What kicked off this depression
I'm searching my inner mind
For some kind of confession
But there is none, not even one
Just silence, Blessed silence
Piercing through my thoughts
Coloring them in violence
hmmm...poetic journey to a puzzling and crippling land of dark emotional roller-coasters....hmmm...
ReplyDeletelosing your mind is sometimes the only way you can find it.
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