I Say I Dont Feel Like Talking But I Think Im Just Dying Inside

A poem erratic, irregular and tricky as my emotion Why don't i have the words The pain is just absurd Blowing slowly through life Im almost at the curb Ready to take my life Playing with a knife The way i've learnt to live Is simply to just give Don't keep anything inside I'm not good enough anyway We are all going to die At the end of the day I put myself away I want to come out Nobody hears, even if i shout Who am i Is my name a lie my name is just a title, and i am just alive We happen to be together, but nothing defines me No trends or personalities That are left for people to see I threw myself in the trash I treated my friends like a rash Itching and annoying, can’t wait for them to leave I want to get them back, but i have nothing up my sleeve Itching and annoying, cant wait for them to go Look at what i’ve done, now im all alone Socially i have no home I do anything, things i dont do, Just so i have a reason to talk to you Talking dirty Acting all flirty Im sure ill be dead before i reach thirty I hope ill be dead before i reach thirty Ill keep trying, i need something to rep The future aint lookin nice and thats not my set And so I take another step Each one there’s less and less Of me.