a sudden urge to write out... what i feel this emotion of confusion and hysterical
this ball in my throat. it seems so stuck. preventing to take my every breathe freely. friday.
am i like that? supposedly i'm to go collect the money that is supposed to be payed. but. i really dont know why am i still in class.
it started off as my presentation ended. i can really barely breathe. this thoughts in my head.. running figures that never end. times seems to move so slow now. i cant smile what's wrong. wear my mask once more? i really feel down.. like that once. for no reason. i shouldnt have this feelings. but it seems like i end up hurt everytime. I could smile. just now. now.. everytime a joke flies my way, i stop and stare at the person that the joke flew from. not a grin on my face, thoughts of destructive senses flow through me. it seems like i am really failing to be who i wanna be.
silence.
another sad song.
tears that reached the brim that comes to my eyes. never flowing out. EQ. i'm short.. a guy with 70 eQ.. nothing more.. is that alot? 7/10...
the questions started flowing.
all the perfect words all seem so wrong.
is there anything left that i can smile about?
i noe thinking about all these is wrong... but i cant stop it... its my mind.
people that complain about me... about my small thoughts that seem so useless.. i am who i am because i think more than i am...
this ball in my throat. it seems so stuck. preventing to take my every breathe freely. friday.
am i like that? supposedly i'm to go collect the money that is supposed to be payed. but. i really dont know why am i still in class.
it started off as my presentation ended. i can really barely breathe. this thoughts in my head.. running figures that never end. times seems to move so slow now. i cant smile what's wrong. wear my mask once more? i really feel down.. like that once. for no reason. i shouldnt have this feelings. but it seems like i end up hurt everytime. I could smile. just now. now.. everytime a joke flies my way, i stop and stare at the person that the joke flew from. not a grin on my face, thoughts of destructive senses flow through me. it seems like i am really failing to be who i wanna be.
silence.
another sad song.
tears that reached the brim that comes to my eyes. never flowing out. EQ. i'm short.. a guy with 70 eQ.. nothing more.. is that alot? 7/10...
the questions started flowing.
all the perfect words all seem so wrong.
is there anything left that i can smile about?
i noe thinking about all these is wrong... but i cant stop it... its my mind.
people that complain about me... about my small thoughts that seem so useless.. i am who i am because i think more than i am...

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