oh shit.
untitled as of yet, i'm afraid. though for sure or maybe one of my moods in which since the title will be, well, a mood...an adjective usually. I tried four times to spell usually an I don't think i've got it right yet. my brain aches and i'm dying inside and outside and i just want the semester to end so they can bury me in peace! aw god. anyway, poem. gotta go study for 8 am exceptionalities test that i'm going to fail.
*besos*
I can feel them…
Those words
Their physical presence
In my mind,
Weighing me down.
Do they have voices of their own?
I can’t stop them,
An angry unnecessary harshness…
They make me someone else…
not unlike that snapping sound
made just after a dog
fails to bite someone’s leg off.
I’m sorry, damnit!
I’m feeling myself rot away…
a piece at a time…
where’s the healthy soul that lived here?
Procrastination’s a rough mistress.
She treats me like shit
But she loves you,
Doesn’t she?
She keeps slamming that proverbial door in my face,
And I’m left here.
Alone.
I know what it feels like to die inside…
I’m being eaten…
One bite at a time.
One angered violent snap at a time.
I can’t take it anymore!
You’re too much for me.
*besos*
I can feel them…
Those words
Their physical presence
In my mind,
Weighing me down.
Do they have voices of their own?
I can’t stop them,
An angry unnecessary harshness…
They make me someone else…
not unlike that snapping sound
made just after a dog
fails to bite someone’s leg off.
I’m sorry, damnit!
I’m feeling myself rot away…
a piece at a time…
where’s the healthy soul that lived here?
Procrastination’s a rough mistress.
She treats me like shit
But she loves you,
Doesn’t she?
She keeps slamming that proverbial door in my face,
And I’m left here.
Alone.
I know what it feels like to die inside…
I’m being eaten…
One bite at a time.
One angered violent snap at a time.
I can’t take it anymore!
You’re too much for me.