I want all the bullshit to stop, everything swarming inside my head like angry hornets. Which is quite accurate because hornets don't lose their stingers, and the same thoughts keep stinging me. They ...
Do you care, or are you just curious? Do you care about me, or are you just used to me being there? Have I become just a habit? Something you just do with out questioning it, another part of your mono...
I feel lost, and I feel I should know by know, where to go, it's supposed to get easier, life and crap, and all that's in between, I thought that as you grew old, you attained knowledge, simply from b...
This is a series, and it is about a former friend of mine, who is aware that this poem exists. I may post it all in the same day, or I may not. We'll see how I feel later.