I feel like freaking crap.
and know that`s not a lie.
i want to go to bed.
i really want to cry.
my heart is slowly breaking.
my head, it aches so bad.
the tears, they rarely come now,
i miss just what i had.
my dreams confuse me as i sleep,
and i don't know how to cry.
it's like my feelings set this up,
so i`d just have to die.
life is becoming pointless,
as stupidity overcomes.
i wish i could just fix this,
like with a simple gun.
--this was written today [10/14/07] and i know it`s really not good. but it is based on how i`ve been feeling lately. it`s like a lot of my poems, but that`s because this is when my inspiration usually hits me and i like the outcome of these poems, personally.
