there is a thousand little thoughts

running around inside my head

they burn and itch inside my ear

and i cant tell anyone about them

i cannot say

i cannot lie

my mind wanders too much

i hunger for the truth and nothing more

i don't rhyme, but i'm not heard,

so i don't care if i disgust,

i'm too much and i'm not enough,

and it's the silence that drives me nuts


i cannot stand people, of course i feel superior! everyone irritates me, everyone wants me to do stupid shit i don't care about, or else im not a "real man", im "wasting my life", im "childish". Fuck you all! It's my problem if I don't want to do anything, and rot and cry in my bed the whole day through, wishing that someone loved me but doing nothing about it! Love? Fuck that, that's the lowest form of sex, and sex is disgusting too. I wish everyone died.