"addicted to the pen"

"addicted to the pen"
Writing is always on my mind ....

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Feeling so?




I look around me and everyone seems non-lonely

Is there even a word?

We'll for me I'm crying 

I'm falling and crumbling apart

I feel oh so alone in this great big huge world around me

I didn't ask to be put here

If I could ask to have a choice

I would choose

Non-existence 

Yes that word 

Makes a lot more sense

To me

I hate this world 

And everything in it

Including me

And I hate this feeling in the pit

Of my stomach

And in my insides

In every inch of me

I feel like

 I'm going to crash

Pills and more pills

Nothing seems to work

It never goes away

It just seems to get worse



I'm so tired

I'm tired of crying 

Will I ever run out of tears?

I hate this illness 


The illness


I guess that's what they say I have

But it seems to be incurable 

In my case


What must everyone think?

When they see me 

Cry

And 

Cry

And

Cry

How pathetic

Is she?

Really?



When will it end

I want it just to end 


What is normal anyway?


Author: unknown?