NihilisticTendencies
OfPainAndFear
- Sep 17, 2020
- 26
As lay back thinking, mind racing, no base feeling. Only numbness, and fake smiles. Fake people, and fake miles I've gone. I don a hoodie just hide the raking scars I've farmed. I till the field with a razor, and hide my crops under the sleeve of a blazer. Fuck your "Oh, it's all for attention." Key word: HIDE.
Not mention.
I only can sleep with 10 milligrams of melatonin. If the pain from my thigh doesn't keep my mind going. Only solace I get from the screaming in my head that keeps flowing? Is doing just that. Fluid in voice and in motion. Emotions? I have no control. I'm always and never calm. Always ready to settle a score but never without a quick bomb. Some sleep. Naps in class, but the ass at the front of the room is always ready to make me make a fool of myself.
Not mention.
I only can sleep with 10 milligrams of melatonin. If the pain from my thigh doesn't keep my mind going. Only solace I get from the screaming in my head that keeps flowing? Is doing just that. Fluid in voice and in motion. Emotions? I have no control. I'm always and never calm. Always ready to settle a score but never without a quick bomb. Some sleep. Naps in class, but the ass at the front of the room is always ready to make me make a fool of myself.
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