Making poetry out of words I wish I could say
You hurt me.
But I'm always hurt and never truly surprised
It would be a lie if I said that it's alright
But hey,
Life is like that...right?
And all I can say is that it's fine
Because fine and alright are not in the same category
Something fine doesn't always stay fine but it would be a lie if I said everything was alright...all-right.
Id rather just let this die.
Die with the pain that was slowly eating me on the inside
The confusion mixed with illusions
This burning desire, this sudden intrusion of,
Feelings
That I never could hide
A flesh eating monster that no one can see
But me
But that's alright
You used me momentarily to feed
Feed the ego monster
And your needy needs
But that's alright
Ive gotten used to this feeling
And no drink
Cant any weed
Take this seed of pain living in me
Away
But that's... that's alright.
And we both know
that all I can do is hide and lie
-Nmsa
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F.E.E.L.I.N.G.S
RandomJust a short book were I write things I feel and things I wish I could say. THESE ARE MY OWN PERSONAL POEMS, THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS. YOU WILL FIND SOME THAT ARE NOT MINE BUT THEY HAVE THE CREDIT TO WHOMEVER WROTE IT.
