staying up till stupid late at night again
i’ve been here before
a million times over
theres something magic about life
that sense of deja vu
still unhappy
what more does it take
i’m hiding in soft sheets
protecting my insecurities
like a child
safety net
i am my own friend
i’ve never had worse
the world will never swallow me up
and i will never die
biased
cataloged inside out
torture tactics
i will never know
i’ll pretend to care when i don’t know how i feel.
that itching feeling of continued existence
death is a natural state of being
we’re all having fun
except when we’re not
something greater
this is all just a game
abort
i’ll pretend i mean it
feel things
life goes on
and then one day it doesn’t anymore