I was wrong.
I do not understand myself, not at all apparently
And I don't think anyone will until I fucking figure out this mess
I've lost count of the times I've fucked up
I've lost count of the times I've lost my breath
I've lost count of the times I stopped caring
I've lost count of the times I broke people's hearts
It's the close ones that matter
And I find it hard to understand others too
Maybe that's just who I am
Somebody who just will never understand
Anything
If I could stay lost in this world without being deep with anyone, everyone would be happier
If I don't talk, I can make it work
Maybe it's my mind
Or my heart
Or non of them
It's just me
I'm fucked up.
I'm sorry.
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I R R E L E V A N T
PoetryA glimpse of what the actual hell is going on inside my brain. "Sometimes words cannot form sentences" ( p.s. this isn't worth reading )
