"oh, what a pity.
our species occupy their time with mindless games."
i realized
that i don't know how to live.
i don't know who i am,
and i don't know what i'll be.
infuriating;
haven't you heard?
this is the hot new topic your inner turmoil had taken over.
tapping my back every second,
i couldn't even breath,
my heart is thudding too fast
and i'm too paranoid.
don't blame me
when i fall in 'love' for a moment,
seeking temporary
remedy.
pondering too much is ultimately useless
and it scares me.
what better way to plug up the leaking sink
with empty lovers, giddy smiles and 'too much to drink's?
YOU ARE READING
young.
Poetryaren't we the lucky ones? we get to feel dead when we're supposed to be living. a collection of scrap paper rambles when i was younger.
