Hallowed
The world is full of positive.
It can even have negative.
How could view the world as positive?
As I see it as a negative.
Being antisocial is killing me.
Killing me day by day.
As I see the world as a negative.
There is no positive.
I lived this hell day by day
Depression sets in
I smiled when you say my name, babe.
The Depression now sets in.
The world is full of negative.
Some much fucking evil intent.
Antisocial personality disorder is wicked, babe.
So wicked, I just want to die!
I hide myself in fake smiles!
All my love is not there!
Just another hallowed out shell.
Another soul to sell.
How cold could I be?!
So cold, I just want to be alone.
The social norm is hard for me.
Life is tough for me.
Personality shift again.
Now I'm sad again
Why the f*ck does God forsake me?
F*ck him as I see.
Personality shift again.
Now I'm laughing hysterically.
I hide myself in fake smiles!
All my love is not there!
Just another hallowed out shell.
An another soul to sell.
How cold could I be?!
So cold, I just want to be alone.
Personality shift again.
Now I'm cold again.
Isolation is my friend.
Loneliness is my pain.
Outside, I freed again.
Evil eyes, I glare at them.
Evil thoughts swept me again.
Trying not kill you and me.
The voice is talking to me.
Hallucination as all that I could see.
My mind as all fucked up.
So fucked up, I need help again.
I hide myself in fake smiles!
All my love is not there!
Just another hallowed out shell.
A another soul to sell.
How cold could I be?!
So cold, I just want to be alone.
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Antisocial personality disorder
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Written on May 06, 2023
Submitted by Poet_of_That_Changed on May 06, 2023
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Words | 401 |
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