I have no words just feelings
Words they don't come out of my mouth
They are just stored inside my head
Which is empty same with my heart.
Prick me with a needle...
Slap me with your feet....
Tell me a terrible joke...
I will still be the same.
Is this what happens
When you accept reality?
Even though you are aware of the consequences
Before they happen.
I drink...
I chew...
I swallow...
I bathe...
And befriended...
Loneliness...
It became my word
And suddenly...
Became my world.
Is it the what that caused it?
Or is it the who that caused it?
What could it be?
Or who could that be?
All I know
Is that it's just lurking around....
Breathing and bleeding
Just like me.
