I don’t really feel that good tonight.
Something inside isn’t quite right.
I’m feeling depressed
stories suppressed.
No way the words can flow.
So I here I sit, staring at that blinking cursor.
The rhymes run dry, stories no longer sure.
Finger stumbles
mind mumbles.
Curse my mind.
My own little world, with walls bathed in blood
Insanity: Doing the same experiment twice and expecting a different outcome
Unsanity: Doing the Same experiment twice and actually getting a different outcome
I’m thirteen, insane, and utterly boring :3
Published on March 10, 2008.
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