Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them

I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december

I hate this feeling
this is why i do drugs
because i'm scared to feel like this
im sweating in my bed and i cant sleep
only now do i wish so much for nothing to feel
nothing to touch or smell or see
i just want to be completely, Null, i want to not exist


is this the tragedy we are all born with?
Do we all just cope in different ways?
is mine just drugs?
will mine take me out?
i am not that lucky.