Love is not like anything…
I’m pretending…
I want to bleed and fuck and fight…
I want pain, emotional and physical…
I want to hurt…
I want to not care anymore…
My life is nothing but my surroundings…
My personality is hidden beneath the fear of judgment…
I question everything I believe in which causes me to feel alone…
There are no true answers in life…
I encage my instincts to fit in…
Fuck society…
Nothing but hypocritical people that don’t know shit…
A world based off of lies is not a world at all…
I yearn for destruction…
Disaster…
Fear…
I need to be challenged…
But with what…
I am so easily influenced…
Why am I here…
What could possibly be my purpose…
Could it be to flip the world upside down…
But if I don’t believe in anything then why would I have a purpose…
Why am I so easily distracted…
Why do I want to kill someone…
Is it wrong and if so why…
Who decided what is right and what is wrong…
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…
My mind will never stop wondering…
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