hi
hello
welcome to the show
the fucking shit show
we've been putting on
I'm glad you see it too.
the chaos in our brains
we act like it's okay
but how is any of this sane
how long can we play this game
before it gets too far out of hand
I can't eat, can't sleep, can't handle the way you look at me
I am dying
I am not surviving
I sure as hell am not thriving.
what are we meant to do?
what are we meant to be?
we hide behind these fucking screens
too scared to say what we actually mean
I'm not sure about anything anymore
except this is not living.
what are we going to do?
when is it through?
please come to.
YOU ARE READING
butterfly kisses and sorrow misses
Poesii don't know yet i just need to put these things that are in my head onto paper or i might lose my mind have i already lost it? poems I wrote as the clouds were brewing.
