My brain is a disaster area,
It can be melodramatic,
I give myself the creeps.
I see things that aren't there.
I hear voices that tell me things I shouldn't know.
I understand the pain in peoples hearts,
even though I've never felt it myself.
Some days I'm crawling up the walls,
others I never leave my room.
I'll end up alone,
due to my lack of desire for the human race.
It's alright with me.
I hope to become a zombie anyway.
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