Wilting Flower

[fuckmonkey]

I don't know how to feel when I decide to write and express myself. I don't understand why I feel the need to write this crap only when I am depressed. Perhaps its a cry for attention but I don't really know myself...

Wilting Flowers

Its consuming me..these feelings of endless vacancy and void.
How can I escape this one this time??...
Once clever distractions are myriad and mundane....I wish I could find myself again...
I am screaming inside for help and it falls upon deaf ears...
Slowly poisoning myself with every thought that races by...
I wish I could break my exterior and be free to feel and exist.
Why can't I just feel real for once?.....
No one notices my drowned sense of self...
I wish my surface were shallow enough for others to see into my core...eh........