hate and distrust,
all i can ever be.
i don't like or even believe myself,
so why should you?
i am the nothing i always feared.
god, i want to touch something,
but i am resigned to this life of non-interest.
where did i get lost?
when was i ever found?
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Written November 8th, 2004
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green.
i like how this came straight from a stream of thoughts it seems. i think it needs some commas and periods . i thought the ending was rather thoughtful.

