To split the skin
And feel the pain
Is a familiar numbing thing.
The year is ending
Closing the door to the last 365 days
It all will repeat.
Everything is the same
And everything is meaningless.
Nothing is the same
And yet it's all still meaningless.
No one understands this white noise that surrounds me
But the blade never fails me
And my thoughts never leave me.
No attachments to people, no attatchments to life.