Rantyrant.

blahhhhhh

That f*****g feeling that your falling,

deeper into that dark pit,

of which...

there is no escape.

I can't even tell anyone,

f**k it ill have another line,

maybe...

ill slash my wrists open deeper this time.

What the f**k will that do,

hang the noose again,

where...

the bathroom probably.

As much as i try,

ill spend all my days smiling.

when really...

i want to scream at everyone that i'm not okay.

And i never will be,

and i think i have given up even trying.

Brainfuck.

Author's Note

This doesn't even have a label.
it's not a poem.
Its not even a story.

Reviews

[Jeannette Lunete]

Well this is a confess that seems to rotate in minds of many beings. I've been there. You have presented this state of mind with the right amount of temper and intensity. Well done. Keep it up. :)