Imagine if each day,
Came with a set agenda,
You would know everything,
That was planned for you.

I don't know what to feel,
I mean, how are you meant to feel,
When you find your mother,
Collapsed on the tiles of your shower floor?

What the **** are you meant to do?
I'm tired of being a cold hearted *****,
I need love just like any other brat,
Doubting how much longer I can do this.

People worry about the dumbest ****,
Honestly, life is so inevitably short,
I wish I had that ******* agenda,
I would have picked to skip today.

I'm going back to sleep.