I Hate This Place
Thoughts and feelings, they are nothing. Daily choices form our lives. I'm in shambles, feeling everything. Only by choices can we survive. The feeling's mutual, I hate myself For bringing nothing to this place. It won't sink in that I'm an asshole, A broken life, a shattered vase. Timing's wrong, so walk away From things you never thought you'd find. It makes no sense for me to give up, But there is no reasoning with my mind. Photographs and frozen moments Remain emblazened on my soul. Waiting here for my good friend, Goddam, it's getting cold.wrote this this morning before school. Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 11:23 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Thoughts and feelings, they are nothing...."