ShelbeeLovely

What if you were some kind of sociollogical genius but nobody knew it because nobody understood. You made studdies of people and noticed things other people. And you had this killer sense of humor that nobody else got cause the world is full of idiots. So you gave up of humor and only enjoy private jokes between you and yourself while publically just regergitating generic humor that is found to be amusing by your peers. Maybe youre actually this genius but nobody notices because nobody notices you. Not even your closest friends know because youre a sell out. You chose the easy way out and decided to just blend instead of holding on to your mo

The Upset Stomach You disgust me at times Your words curl around me like the swelling heat that suffocates in the summer oven They taste so sweet, their bitterness discolors my skin. The cliches you use are "crazy about you" originals Your words so reassuring, That I'm writing this poem about how true your love is Your words and your actions are so in sync that I forgot the difference between saying and doing Life with you is like a porter-potty: the shit just keeps piling up You and me go together are like Jesus and Judas, or Caesar and Brutus Whichever has more lies You make my world spin like a merry-go-round

Life doesnt seem to be moving it doesnt go forward it doesnt go backward everything just seems stalled everything just seems repetative everything just seems pointless school is a dead zone days are hazy and miserable all i think about is him all i feel is emptyness all i want is the end everything seems hopeless. nothing has any appeal anymore food is bland art is unfeeling people are unfriendly i am hollow just a thing that breaths and eats and shits I do not create anymore I do not live anymore I sit before my life staring at the wasteland it has become craving the end of everything I dread the days before me