I and myself
why do they look at me
when i don’t speak?
don’t they see, there is no time for them
obviously
i am my only fan
hand in hand, walking to the better land
i hug myself, love al little, wishy washy
cry a inside
dear bride:
“wanna marry me?”
oh my fucking god “yes” i scream
but no fucking voice is reaching me
panicking















