Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
My language is foul and nasty Someone who lost out by lack of proxy My expressions are bipolar At most times I wish I was happy You don't know what's inside of my head I might as well be dead There's too many feelings inside of this body I was cursed to live in I'm screaming I'm crying I'm  begging I'm dying For now I'll just go home and spend my time buyin The thing that makes me so high I won't end up whinin' My super happy fun time dream in the sky
0
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
I Wrote This While I was High
My language is foul and nasty Someone who lost out by lack of proxy My expressions are bipolar At most times I wish I was happy You don't know what's inside of my head I might as well be dead There's too many feelings inside of this body I was cursed to live in I'm screaming I'm crying I'm  begging I'm dying For now I'll just go home and spend my time buyin The thing that makes me so high I won't end up whinin' My super happy fun time dream in the sky
ShockTherapy
Written by
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem