It's sort of hard to sit here on the cold floor,
wondering many things and pondering memories from before,
while staring at the grey sky,
ready to pour down with silent ethereal tears.
Bored and alone, I keep typing in the only thing that seems to understand,
without making any sort of judgement towards me,
without telling me harsh words, cold lies, not even a word,
And even though sounds it makes, as I make it play different songs to soothe my soul,
Surely this mechanical thing knows more than a mortal does about me.
I have lost mostly my reason of understanding myself,
I can't even tell what my thoughts are as they rapidly come and go,
those hardly stay on my mind anymore,
Unable to comprehend what my inner emotions, feelings are,
I just only know, by basic, pure instinct.
My past and current experiences have come to haunt me,
hunting me down, leaving me restless,
and as they keep coming, I keep loosing conciousness,
I get lost within my surreal mind, a sure labyrinth to get lost into.
Although I must admit, it is sort of a twist,
I become addicted towards the deep pondering,
Surely I'm a great fantacist, lover to those unreal realms, dreams,
Giving birth to a world on my own, in mere split seconds.
I feel like I slowly die within my shell of being,
But yet again I strive to live, I yearn to see what tomorrow brings,
Even if it may be another pain of suffering, another deep nail towards my heart, shattering it,
I still grow faith towards a possitive occurance.
I keep shifting my view, from the screen unto the darkened sky, trying to mantain my focus to this writting,
I am trying to pour my current state of mind within this... typing,
Merging thoughts together, words... Which fancilly may describe.
A sudden, abrutped thought passes through my head as I'm ready to finish this,
I am indeed complex, hardly understood, I am not complaining, I am just stating the facts,
I am defenetly a deep minded human being, although I feel barely human,
And thus I am confident to state, to say, to shout, to write, to dictate...
I'm A Psychotic Girl, Seemingly Like A Virus That Pours Down,
Dare You Stay And Try To Solve This?
And Don't You Even Dare Say, I Need To Be Fixed Because Certainly,
If You Can't Understand, Then That Simply Means, You Do Not Deserve Me, In Any Way.
Truly, Psychotically Yours~
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thoughts, words and everything in between. NOW SCRAM!
J/k. Don't tear a page off though.
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"Hey Commander can you unplug me?
Just for a minute; I need some privacy."