DISTRUPTED.

 DISTRUPTED.

    Im fucked up, but actually im not;

    Academics, family, friends

    everything is alright,

    then what am i worried about?

    the world feels distant somehow

    Somehow im the world,

    im afraid that i'll drown in my own
thoughts                

    Chasing you againts my own words.

    it feels that you're fine without me;  

    And its somewhat assuring.

    Whereas our attachment and bonds,

    I can see them disappearing.

    The silence is like a Poltergeist,

    unstabling my soul.

    I want to believe that you still need me,

    Because, thats all the power i hold.

    You act as if you're all strong and cool;

    but let me remind you,

    IM NOT.

    I still have that intense urge to cry to
you;

    Since the very first time we fought.

    Im distrupted by this wall of void;

    Consuming my whole and soul,

    Trying to make it alive is my only
delusional goal.