A sort poem by me. |
Wretched Little Nothings I am the night I am the day I am the answer I am the way I am the master I am the slave I am the wrong one I am the knave Wretched little nothings inside of my head Wretched little nothings Watching over my bed I am falling I am calling I hear the reason For my spirit Yes I died And yes you hear it You’re all that I can ever see I’m all that will ever be I wish you could be just like me I wish you could get up ands flee Wretched little nothings between the lines Wretched little nothings They come and gather with time Yet I can never Ever understand what it’s like inside To be self-hating and somehow sublime To watch the detritus accumulate in mind To die and watch the whole thing over again So much to be said So much to be done So many have fled So many have run So many dead So many insane So many in doubt So many in pain I have complained Yet I have survived I have bled Yet I am alive So many amiss So many in fear I have forgotten Just why I am here So many unborn So why don’t you choose So precious a gift That some have refused So fragile a life That barely exists So painful to bear So how could I miss |