i threw myself at my wall over and over kicks punches hit it with my knees elbows, shoulder, head i wasnt trying to break through not possible with double brick walls i guess it just symbolized how helpless i feel when you say you dont eat or sleep and can hardly move i hid behind bruises and cuts it hurts to move i'm tired but i'm still alive and am willing to help don't **** yourself it'll **** me
i'm in the mood to throw around my heart anyone want it? hot potato, pass it on its okay if you just want to mess around i'm not right for an actual relationship but **** me over as others have done and leave me lost its okay i asked for it
my poetry is thoughts about what i'm feeling and yes, everything i write is about my life i don't understand how to not write about what i'm feeling because that is why i write to get out thoughts, feelings, events, etc
i sleep i get perfectly enough sleep i'm not lacking but i'm tired i have no energy i just want to sleep for a little while longer until my bones no longer conform and i cant wake anymore