Saturday, January 17, 2015

I’d find myself. 
Just sitting there.
Staring at the wall.
Just thinking.
Thinking what the fuck could i be thinking.
I’m tired.
I’m lonely.
I’m going insane.
Miyavi is singing.
I sing along.
I start to cry.
My heart starts to ache.
The pace of my typing picks up.
I stop.
I stop crying. 
My phone starts to ring.
There’s no point. There’s no point.
Expressing your feelings is the only way for someone to know how you think.
What if your faced with an idiot.
No matter what it is useless. 

Waste my time.

1 comment: