Schizophrenic Ramblings

I don't really know what this is about, just happened. If anyone cares to figure it out, be my guest

Cut out a paper heart and fold it up

Rip it apart in a fit of self loathing 

Thinking about it, it's never enough

You're just a sheep in w***e's clothing

dresses strewn all over the floor

lets forget about life for twenty minutes

thirty seconds later, its over before it started

sitting silently afterwards you say to yourself "nevermore"

are you satisfied? he's gone, never coming back

one can only wait so long before the bus leaves anyway

take the next one, after its made a few stops

I'll sort my head out first, then wait for the call

I've held on for this long, carpal tunnel setting in

Been running on fumes myself for 24 years

honestly, no matter how many miles you've traveled

I don't care about where you've been

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Well dear poet, sometimes our ramblings can lead to buried truths. To write out frustrations can be therapuetic. This piece may bring relief as you can express and release.
Self loathing can consume your soul and you arr worthy of love, even or rather especially the love of yourself. We are all individuals, sacred creations who have been blessed and cursed by explosively layered emotions. You must find the core of your emotion. The original emotion that begets another, and another. All the confusioj of a well painted soul can bring about such confusion. Great expressive release. Keep writing!

[styxfan]

Thank you, I have another one that is similar to this called "backseat driver". It's nowhere near as cryptic or serious though, which is what's makes it cool imo

[Priscilla Sayers]

I'll have to check it out:)