Anything At All

by Noise Pollution

I think I’ve had enough
I want some help with all my
Fucking problems
I know I’m not in love
But I just want somebody else
To solve them
I want to cut it up
I see the pictures and the
Poetry
I think I’ll fuck it up
I am alone and I
Will always be

I dream of death
When I sleep
I don’t dream of
Anything
And it makes no sense
To me
I can’t repair this
Broken thing
And I know that
I don’t like you
’cause I don’t like
Anything

Why would you even like me?
When I don’t like
Anything.

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