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