People simply baffle me.
Existence much the same.

I cannot understand people, no I
will never understand people, so I
forget so it doesn't matter, and I
don't care anymore. **** this ****, goodbye.

I wonder who's around for me
and I wonder who's to blame.

So what is this life and what does it mean?
What if this is some elaborate dream?
What shall I be, and how does it seem?
Life is terrifying so just run. SCREAM.

And run from this, I run.
Whether it's prose or free verse, I'm done.
I'm ******* tired of this ****,
this runnin' around, this makin' me spit.

I don't know how to end this,
I don't. I thought it was over,
please say it's over, I won't.
Contracting these lies, this
murderous disguise. I believe them,
I do. Makes me question this
life and all that I'm given. Makes
me wonder and see
what makes me so driven.

But I need to stop, I must stop,
I must. Or I'll keep going and
going and drive it to dust.
I'll rip it apart, I'm taking
it down. I scream and scream
and make no sound. There's no
way out, there's no way in.
There's no way to start
except to
END!