By god girl, you’ve been drinking. Don’t even try to start a conversation with anyone, they will think you’re mad.
And so, it goes.
Drifting through life aimlessly.
Where to go, what to do?
It doesn’t matter what we choose, nothing really matters.
The end result is always the same, beings attempting to adjust to a sick society.
Go to work, be an advocate, try to be a light to those who can’t see any.
Truth is, I can’t see it either. I try.
Can’t be good for others if I’m no good for me.
But how can I be good for me when everything, everywhere, is falling apart?
Screaming silently, out loud, to an audience that isn’t watching, isn’t listening, is too busy looking and listening everywhere but here and now.
Confiding in a few, only to learn they never cared about you.
Reaching out to a few, only so they can slap the outstretched hand.
Try so hard to save a few, only to learn they are suffering from the same madness that eats away at you.
Life got to them quicker.
In an instant, I could be in their shoes. Life happens that fast.
The line between us and them, me and you, genius and madness, so dangerously fine.
Better reach out before it’s too late.
Better get on our feet before time has run out.
Better listen up, open our eyes, see with our hearts.
Better be present right here and right now, before our candle blows out.
Better be the light for others, the light you wish others were for you.
Fuck those who don’t listen, who don’t care, who spit on you, who make you regret ever being human enough to want to give humanity a chance.
Fuck humanity.
Shit’s turning me hard in all the wrong ways, my fuse is running out.
Shit’s turning me even softer in all the ways I need to be tough.
It destroys me more every day.
All I want is for the pain to go away.
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