alone
poem by:
Stafford Bullard
Written
on Feb 17, 2017
Here I am sat as usual on my own with nothing for company but a fish tank and phone,sometimes the loneliness seeps rite to my heart and bones I dont like this little box it doesn't feel like home. But then again will any place ever with a mind like mine thats not properly put together, if there is a god out there when he made me he wasnt feeling to clever, as I have poison and sludge in my scull and my mind and sanity are god knows wherever
Tags: sad, depressing, pain, dark,
