Everything has already been done before.
Someone already felt it.
It’s something that's on my mind.
I can't let go.
But I must.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
I'm so sick and disgusted of writing every poem
about you.
It brings me close to hatred,
but that is an emotion I don't believe
In.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
Sick and twisted, People are sickened by my visions,
When all I do is lead you out of the cave of oblivion.
Insinc you walk wearing a mask of your false happiness
Inside you wish not to be a carbon copy that’s why you listen to me
Don't you hear them
failure, worthless, no one loves you
You hear them, i don't
That why were different
I'm sorry, you walk left as i go right
Sometimes i can hear you think
You wish to be like me, different
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC