Description: old poem...not so sure if i like it...too much me in it, ya know?
luckily i'm a bit happier now. I think psychology class with the shrill woman is just enough to make anyone miserable...lol.
I just needed something new to post
anyway, tell me what you think
I can't learn... -------------------------------------------
In a class, drop spinning a stolen blue pen
She's lecturing us on memory,
but I've forgotten most of what she's said
I think all those hours of colouring my world with sharpies has gone to my head
I'm learning how to hate writing
And loathe reading
But I can't learn how to stop breathing
I've given up on finding someone to love
I've given up on trying to find a friend
But I can't seem to give up completely
And bring my life to an end
the over doses are never enough
And all the ropes I bring to my neck
Fall limp in my hands before I'm completely gone
And I have all of the bruises to prove it
Everytime I try to hold my head under the water
My mouth gasps for water before my mind can stop it
And now I'm giving up on giving up
Will I forever be a quitter
Succumbing to the misery of whatever is placed in front of me...?
Giving up on giving up...good line. Kind of like sick and tired of being sick and tired. I liked the whole write and it was easy to get into. The feeling of not being able to give up was quite inspirational and just made it seem a little uplifting...is that weird...? Have a good one and keep writin'
The first part, made me chuckle a little, I just got done doing summer psychology yesterday. And it made me kind of giggle. Lol. The end of it was cool. I was different from the beginning, but still good. And for this being some of your begining work, I can only imagine what awesome stuff you have now. Lol.