Freeform

what the fuck even IS this SHIT???? who??? WHO??????? HMMMMMMM....

Honestly, I don’t even know what to write here,

When I’m falling, falling, falling, into the void,

Fluttering like a little butterfly,

I don’t know what to choose,

I don’t know who to lose,

I don’t know how to do…

What am I thinking…?

I’m so lost…

So misguided…

So directionless…

So misdirectionless,

Yeah, that’s not a word.

Fuck it.

I want to lie,

I want to die,

I want to breathe,

I want to live,

I want to be free,

Ugh dammit I want a LIFE.

Fucking HELLL is that to much to ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Fuck it.

Bye.

Please don’t even ask. I have no idea what I was doing here…

I was freestyling this :D

Ah well!! Art is art.

I still think it’s gorgeous and idgaf who disagrees!!!!

Now, fuck off. 😘🤪

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Hey, sis! If you happened to like THIS, go read my OTHER poems — PRONTO…

I’m not asking nicely.

You’ll (probably) love them! Promise!!! :)

They’re really good!!