How many times can I express.
The same thing.
The same way.
With the same words.

And, not quit.
Smashing my head against the wall.
To get rid of a frustration.
I don't know the cause of.

I'm out of things again
Itchy.
Meaningless and odd.
Though, that never changes.

It just transmutates.
Until I've got nothing left.
But, dead vacant words.
A simple catatonia.
Negative schizoid.
Traits.