I feel better under the weight
of my covers, a shroud
protecting from all harm
Floating in space
is where I like to go best
This space, this bed,
is my rightful home
Body fuses to cushion
and I can sleep
for eternity if I'd like
Because here, no one disturbs
me, for no one can
I am just "sleeping"
I listen more to the roaring
in my ears, the sticky blood
in my veins: they lull me to sleep.
I don't feel anything in my space
and that is good
Feeling is too costly-
and I cannot afford it.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Faker
It's been a while. But I suppose that's how it goes. Feeling like a pill popping faker. Feels like me, but isn't. Not completely. Feeling empty, feeling blue, feeling lost, feeling lonely. All these feels and there's just one me. Too much to face on my own, but got no one else. Don't wanna walk alone but don't wanna be part of this disgusting race. Each day I hate human beings more and more. They're selfish, ungrateful, and mean. So then I guess I hate myself since I am a human being. However, I don't think that I am selfish, ungrateful, or mean. So then what am I? Am I in between or nothing at all? I don't know which I'd rather be. Either would probably be better. I am good, I swear I am. So then why don't I feel good?
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