Asylummn

emotion loves too seep in my skin


my talent is pretending it isn't there,


I have friends
i have money
i have life
i have intellect
i have independence


i block everything out,
but i want something.

when i haven't gotten ready,
and its six forty eight,

and no ones answering my texts.


theresnotapointeanymore.



I'll just throw on some glasses,
walk out,

and hope tommorow goes better.
then maybe I'll find something?

change perhaps?



i need change to be content.

I'm the oil on the water,
i never mix,

the bird that cant make up its mind,
you swear at when your in a hurry.

the boy who dosen't care.












the girl who wanted to live.