so tired,
so alone,
in a crowd of familiar faces,
i can't even remember my own,
i'm blinded by my thoughts
covering my eyes with dark doubt,
music guiding me,
blasting my eardrums out
if i measured my tears,
i'd be disgusted by the amount,
i'm tired of my mind and how it puts me down,
take it out,
throw it away
leave it nowhere to be found,
i'd rather be a puppet,
i'd rather be a robot,
than stay in this ruined vessel of emotion and distraught
so i'll simply listen to the music
from these broken down artists,
rather than these intrusive,
dangerously louring thoughts