Blood on my alarm clock You felt so real I'm awake too early I've got time to **** I close my eyes But can't fall back asleep Now you're only with me In every bad dream
The Harshest Critic you could ever meet is yourself when I have money I always don't have enough if I'm lonely it's my fault I haven't lived enough to know lust from love I always critique myself harshly because I know my potential is in the stars.
But maybe I'm too ******* myself, well what would you want a soft man's mental health?! learn to hide your feelings and release them onto the page! I did that brain, now the more I write sometimes the worse I feel and the less I heal.
but you need me to put this into perspective because you're opinion on what I do isn't subjective you're not aggressive enough you'll fall to the ground like Dust
SHUT UP! I CAN'T TAKE YOU ANYMORE! I TRY NOT TO OVERTHINK EVERYTHING BUT YOU ******* ME FASTER THAN A 20 DOLLAR WXORE!
I woke up, Early in the morning, Exhausted, And the one thing, In my mind, Was poetry, Because, I couldn't wait, To express the feelings, Erupting inside, Of me.
A short expression... First time writing like this...