rain is pouring
a stranger awaits
i don't know what i'm up to
but today's the day
that i'll shut off from
everything
you can say i'm a mess
a mess worser than the hair
on my head
because i am
i am a walking catastrophe
life's full of what if's and almosts
i guess i'm just one of them
an eternal drowner of my thoughts
a dead weight
a scribble of god's creation
i don't matter
i cease to exist
it's a revolting pull
a cycle
of madness & me
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
rain is pouring
a stranger awaits
i don't know what i'm up to
but today's the day
that i'll shut off from
everything
you can say i'm a mess
a mess worser than the hair
on my head
because i am
i am a walking catastrophe
life's full of what if's and almosts
i guess i'm just one of them
an eternal drowner of my thoughts
a dead weight
a scribble of god's creation
i don't matter
i cease to exist
it's a revolting pull
a cycle
of madness & me
this poem was originally written in backward handwritting on a piece of paper sometime a month ago
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