No apparent reason to feel neglected.
Dreadful to be neglected
Bringing the alone out for my soul to only be taken
Cause my heart has it's voicemail ready to speak
"Where are you now?"
These people that hate to hate are ready to get with the flow.
The true on my wall really gives out my true identity throughout these thick painted walls.
Grey and Green will always hurt me
Will always fake me
Loving me are the people that I hate
My own heart won't ask "where are you now?"
It's laced with some ecstasy.
Dun-Dun-Dun-Dun-Dun
Rise and Shine for the rice
Sleep at night for that bean and stew.
Ready to eat! Where's your spoon?
Cause I keep multitasking to have my Valentine
Carve my heart out for its malfunction , it's causing my brain to be grey.
These walls turned to fake
I don't have that control of its hate
"Get up. Where are you now?"
This bed has witnessed many suicdeless nights of mine.
Don't call me hysterical music, this is elevating to be ignorant intelligence.
I AM NOT THE WHEEL TURNING PLAIN .
And for all that, a small amount of the pie is my only happiness.
I am not fit for this body of mine. If only a few understand, the rest will rise from the undiscovered, unmentioned, unbothered sea of despair.
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Thursday
PoetryThe depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understan...
