Self loathing
confusion a snafu is what i am
nothing more but a waste of space
I always ponder why i am in this place
I want to have potential-to feel like i’m worthwhile, worth breathing, worth existing
Always asking for the truth, asking for an answer
shifting
Why can’t anyone hear my cry for help, my weep for the truth
Searching for a reason why i’m doubtful and suffer these scars subliminally
Malady
I’ve come to accept i’m mentally ******
A loony
A daft existence
Unhappy threnody
but am i existing?
Is this actuality, reality
Too much sensibility
emotion teeming sensitivity
why
why
why
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
Self loathing
confusion a snafu is what i am
nothing more but a waste of space
I always ponder why i am in this place
I want to have potential-to feel like i’m worthwhile, worth breathing, worth existing
Always asking for the truth, asking for an answer
shifting
Why can’t anyone hear my cry for help, my weep for the truth
Searching for a reason why i’m doubtful and suffer these scars subliminally
Malady
I’ve come to accept i’m mentally ******
A loony
A daft existence
Unhappy threnody
but am i existing?
Is this actuality, reality
Too much sensibility
emotion teeming sensitivity
why
why
why
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