I'm learning about life in a bubble. I'm learning to use words but not speak. So when I talk it sounds rehearsed or fake, Until I don't even know who I am or how I arrived here; but I look and dress and act like all the figures around me. Am I part of this? Is this really who I’ve decided to be?
Globally, the number one killer of children is diarrhea. Usually, this can be prevented by drugs that cost fifty cents. But I needed that new car, I deserve designer jeans, I have to look good this season, Because life means nothing compared to things.
Blow your brains out, Blow them clean across the wall; Across the empty halls, Across your mothers frantic calls, Across your friends unanswered messages, And all the shit you meant to do but just didn't..
And now my blood splatters faster than I could ever run. Faster than I could ever run.
Sometimes I want to float out my bedroom window; Past the unkept yellow bungalow, Past the fir trees and the winter carcasses of rose bushes, Past all the street lamps and their glow. It's time to go. I feel tired and torn and the soles of my shoes are worn.