They Say too much But do Even less. It's enough Though. To make Me hate Whatever They do But I know, They hate Whatever They do Too. They Mean everything And everything And more. But they Mean nothing To me, Even less Than before. Because they Are sinking In my eyes They are drowning Me In a pool As shallow As their souls. They. Them. Everyone else. But me.
As well as a few other select people. It's not really everyone else. Just mostly the people around me. I honestly don't know. It's late. I'm tired. Goodnight.