Germs

*Disclaimer: The following is very rough, likely ridden with grammatical and spelling errors. I'm just in such a bad mood I can't take it anymore. The following is also largely introspective, vague and unspecific; intentionally so.*

Oh my goodness.

I haven't been so distraught, so dejected in a long time. It pains me because the reasons are all the same. To be honest, I can't kick it. Its much more than that. Its merely a translucent facade that likes to appear at the surface very often. My unwillingness to confront it isn't beneficial either. At the same time, I refuse to accept the melancholy it produces in its wake.

Meh.

Not Even Jail

Untitled

Its unhealthy, almost,
this little locket of mine.
Mostly since its survived
the grueling test of time

Her presence lingers,
in the depths of my mind,
no matter how shallow,
the pool you'd find.

I don't think I can shake it,
as much as I try,
No matter how you take it,
I can always deny.