Punish Thoughts-1
How do you live like this? With this thought of death surrounding you. Everywhere you look around, you feel suffocated. The urge to puke it all out, but it's somewhere stuck. Ugh. Where am I? What darkness is it that I am surrounded? How are you? I feel I am moved with that. To be precisely sick but having to say I am fine!
There is so much pregnant in my head, and I feel like I'll always be pregnant. There is a need to deliver, but I've yet to find how. What is this guilt that is slowly eating me? This urge to want to throw things, or more like run away. How are they connected? I do not know.
I am upset. I am tired. I am fed up. I am irritated. And there is nothing I can do about it. I suppose. Or there is, but I am scared. And the fear is what's laughing at me. Ah, the blues of life. The greens of life. And a mixture of grey. But who understands? Who do I talk about it? Where do I run? I feel there is a part of me stuck somewhere on the other side of the earth, or galaxy? And I have to run out there. Where is the road? Where are my legs? What has it been that I am no longer existing? Or am I breathing and not existing? Where are these thoughts coming from me? Hahaha. Okay. That's for today. Shut up thoughts. Bye. Let me sleep.
