Easy stuff

I have always wanted to not
Be here
I am an accident the same as everyone
I have to act
As though I want to live
And I've been faking it
Since I could understand
The f*****g words
Pulsing in my head
I am something I am not
Absolutely torn
Between the gorgeous and the dark

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of depression to it, perhaps with mood swings. A hard way to live.

[But,itis,theend]

Mildly. That was an end of a bender whim poem. Bigger fish to fry than my internal struggle. I'm hopelessly positive and cynical. Cheers.