nothing at all

Desolate... Solitary..
Depraved.
Leave.
Choking out the words.
Masochism.
The view from my head, my warped outlook, something far past pessimistic.
Sometimes irate.
Complete despair.
Tainted thoughts.
A thirst, for dullness.
Disgust with everyone and everything.
Get away from me.
Don't touch me.
Don't talk to me.
Don't fucking look at me.
No tolerance.
Wasted, as well as wasteful.
No words, no memory, no care.
Vague thoughts.
Wants? Wants.
many many wishes.
Irrational?
Most likely.
Shame.
Annoyance.
I am so annoyed.
Runaway, just in my head.
I don't want your help.
Just leave me alone.
Nothing makes sense.
Longing..
For love..
as always..
never goes.
never comes.