happiness evades me as the truth sinks in about all that i’ve done but even more so what i haven’t
the light is bright but it just infects my eyes it’s too hard to see what’s up ahead of me as my eyeballs blister and fall out of my skull they roll in the dirt and get coated in filth
days come and go they’re all the same with subtle differences that are not enough to keep me sane my rotten brain has too many awful things to say about the world and my life and mostly about me
the ticking of my clock acts as a metronome to every unheard song that gets stuck in my head my toes get trapped in mud as i try to tap them and eventually i give up on making any sense to anyone around me because i don’t get me either