Can I just pretend to be self-pitying emo for a sec? thanks
Everything is ShitSometimes,
where my lungs, heart, and bone structure should be,
and it scares me.
How could anybody else
see something in me
I desperately want to share?
Yet I still have feeling there,
In that hallow space.
fills the empty filing cabinet with
manilla folders containing blank papers.
(which should mean nothing to me,
yet they weigh me down
till I'm on my