bingo
I have a wealth of knowledge that I would like to share and develop as a writer.
tired
i sink in the couch
hating myself again
i look around to see if anything's changed
i hasn't
the cloud is still there
drizzling down my back
i wish i could wake up tommorrow
and the whole world would gone black
i want to see the gates
but im scared i didn't make it
this feeling i can't shake it
so i'll sit inside my misery
mad to be alive
and keep all the feeling of hated and lust
buried deep inside
because if i said it out loud
that would render it true
and this feeling wont go away
or absence of feeling i suppose
and stay empty in the blue