Does a bigger brain
Penetrate reality
Or make up stories?

I find myself tired
as in,
exhausted,
as in,
drained.
they will not talk to me,
I am unsure of what I have done.
I am tired of being this lonely all the time.

They lied to me.
Some people therefore died for me.
All because of
Your fooling eyes.

My hands are tied,
And there's nothing I have not tried
Oh why do they control me
Your fooling eyes.

My trust became bona fide
My hate so unjustified
Oh why did you enter my mind,
All because of
Your fooling eyes.

I feel so horrified,
Terrified,
And somehow satisfied,
By this continuous thought
of

The eyes of suicide.