I fear being me
for what I am is not what is supposed to be
lights now frighten my frail body
heart's not what it used to be
but I'll get used to it
eventually
Misery?
a poison
yet I adopted some sort of immunity
DU LIEST GERADE
A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoesieNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along
COWARDS DIE A THOUSAND DEATHS? PRACTICAL
I fear being me
for what I am is not what is supposed to be
lights now frighten my frail body
heart's not what it used to be
but I'll get used to it
eventually
Misery?
a poison
yet I adopted some sort of immunity