You spend your days

Locked up in your room

Wearing your headphones

Listening to sick tunes

You hear the whispers

Calling out to you

Saying that

You should join them too

You told yourself

Not to listen

Not to indulge in

The lies they tell you

"It's fun here"

"they're waiting for you"

"what are you waiting for?"

"do it"

You turned the volume up

Louder and louder

The music gets louder

But the louder the music gets

The voices do as well

And terrifyingly

They become clearer

The voices of reason

Or are they lies?

You clutched your head

In confusion, not knowing

What to do

You screamed for help

But remembered that

You're all alone

"no one's at home"

"you already knew what happened"

"Were the only ones"

"Who could help"

"just listen"


You saw a rope


Nearby


And now is the time


To decide




What would you choose?

One chance to live

a million ways to die

So what is the reason

For us being alive?

"What's the point on living if you're going to die at the end?"
"What's the point of being alive if you're going to suffer from excruciating pain? "
"What's the point of living and being alive?"
And what's the point of you asking these questions?


Could you just appreciate the life you have been given for once?

I like food
Cause it tastes good
I hate vegetables though
Cause it tastes gross





Yeah... Idk why I wrote this

They say the Earth is round
Some say the Earth is flat
But I say the Earth is a triangle
Why?You ask
Cause why not?


Deal with it

I know I'm selfish
So eat a fish
I made a dish
That is grayish
*bow