~tasha~
Age: 124
Total Posts: 47628
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Location:
United Kingdom, United Kingdom
It's a time for poetry
Not that swooshy
Romantic kind of poetry
But that emo
I want to kill myself kind of poetry
The artist that uses mostly black and red paint
One to describe the emptiness inside
There, just underneath the surface
Dying to get out
The other for blood
That
I want everyone to go down who isnt as horrible as me
Feeling
The one where you are stuck off
Wishing you had a gun
When you are packed with enough anger
To perform
Herculean feats
You sit down on your bed
And you don't realize
That you are violently going
Back and forth
Back and forth
You can feel the idiocy of the world
Pressuring on you
LIke a gigantic
Putrid
Bubble
I try to push out my own bubble
My bubble of brilliant
Genius
Enlightened
Insanity
But alas
I can't
So their bubbles must die
They must die
No one will expect it will they?
The sweet girl
With the keychains and a smile
But so alone
Just so alone
So lonely
