There I am again. Thinking destroys me.
I’m annoying someone again, stupid kid.
I think I think to much...
I think of fields rising, but get humiliation.
No on is open, some people listen, some don’t I wish I could be alone
with my thoughts, maybe then I could
understand people. People hurt, I can’t stand people, people need to
say what they think. Maybe then could this
world could be honest... Some people confuse me. Some I love, some I
like. the people that I love are the
people I trust. I don’t trust myself. Feelings bundled up inside, I
can’t let them out, I can’t. I try to cry, but
can’t. I am feeling out at the moment, writing only shows my emptiness.
I don’t know what to do, I’ll think
about it... How do I think? no one taught me to think, maybe I am
thinking wrong. I wish I could read people’s
minds. Then I would know how to feel. Stones are good. They don’t love,
think, or have and worries. I wish I
was a stone. Who made up the word “think”? I am beginning to hate this
word. how do I not think?
could some one teach me that? People don’t really know me. sure, they
know what I look like, but no-one really
know’s me. I wish I knew someone. Stupid kid. People need breaks, some
people don’t understand this.
Thoughts plague my mind.
By Joshua Bahlman
