Why do I feel this repetitive loneliness,
Always surrounded by people
But empty to their company,
Noise surrounds me.
Still I'm numb to the sound
The only thing I hear is the screaming voices in the back of my head.
Getting myself out of this prison,
I'm losing control, over my actions and self-thought.
Not my fault
Not my motives
Self-control, is easier said then done.
So please don't walk away
Help me through this net of lies
Entangling my own tongue to yours
Now not one word of truth leaves my lips
Can't I get some help with this
I never wanted to be this way
You took me in and feed me all those lies
Now I'm lying here trying to find what I need to survive in this world of monsters only looking for my demise.
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Thinking Is A Nasty Habit
PoetryThis is just some of my poetry that I couldn't keep in anymore. They're my thoughts on how people feel, and what I feel. I did this particularly to see if anyone else thought similar or felt anything for whatever I write.
