People talk about it all the time
but it wasn't a reality til today.
I'm ******* ******, I'm tired of using other people's words
All these phrases are cliches, mindless placations and all that can run through my mind is *******, and that's not how I feel, that's how everyone else who goes through these things feels, I don't feel like this, it didn't happen, this didn't happen, even that's a cliche, I just want to use my own words, but everything important's already been said and I just want to stop using english because all of these words have been used and it's not fair, why can't I use my own words to describe my mental state? Every euphemism is pointless, that's not what these things are, there's no way to say it, my mind doesn't look like it's supposed to right now, it hurts, but it doesn't, it's numb, it's nonexistent, I don't want to keep using these pointless words, this was supposed to be a poem.
It was supposed to be a poem. It was supposed to have an ending. A real one. A beginning a middle and an end. It's cut off in the middle of a sentence just like that ******* book and why do I have so many ******* relative quotes but no real quotes of my own? Someone called it bad timing but there's no good time but really some are better than others but actually when is the best hour to **** yourself?