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| 24 4/7/01 Twisted Twisted thoughts, Running through my twisted mind Twisted images, Filling up all of my head So many twisted views, On this twisted world To many twisted ways, Of starting a twisted poem With my twisted ways, I can�t see how I�m, Going to last all these days, Trying to keep sane through it all One alternative which is very clear, Which is to be with the one, I speak of so dear, But if she ever read any of my shit, That�s what it would be, Shit, shit, shit I have no skills, Or any talents, This is all just some guy, Writing basically about nothing No one cares how I feel, Not my friends, Not my family, Not even the one I shed tears for My twisted life is lonely and depressing, Friends don�t help, Which I�m also losing Too fucking shy for my own good, Where did it all go wrong? When did it all change? It�s not worth it, I don�t want it, It�s over and done, There�s nothing left to live for, So why do I push on? |