march first, 2019
I feel so alone.
Like there's nobody home
in a house full of colors,
where the colors are
in the most beautiful tones.
I need to feel something.
I don't want to feel nothing.
nothing and something,
two opposite words.
I am nothing.
I don't know what's right.
The world keeps spinning,
and the clock keeps ticking.
The people they're living,
but I feel dead inside.
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my head is a mess (ENGLISH)
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