I kinda wanna watch the Dead Poets Society and cry some more
and feel ok about myself
and stop feeling so lonely inside
my own head all the time
and all the pain I've experienced, and all the pain everyone experiences, and all the hate and all the evil and all the betrayals and all the
mad strangeness
all the dead end moments spent thinking
'it's about to happen'
with that little up-euphoria and a cup of hottie coffee only to have it sink again when it's all an
unrealized
dream
for
no
reason
and all the
distance
all the facebooks
all the tumblrs
all the snapchats
all the xanax
all the drugs
all the
sobriety
all the
'maybe tomorrows'
all the
'one days'
I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT
all the banks
and
all the houses
all the flowers looking nice and the niceness looking not so nice so the niceness of the flowers
ain't
so
nice
all the jobs
and
all the laundry
all the money all the lies all the painful honest
truths
all the cellphones and water
and the fridge,
in the quiet,
humming
humming
humming
humming
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
I kinda wanna watch the Dead Poets Society and cry some more
and feel ok about myself
and stop feeling so lonely inside
my own head all the time
and all the pain I've experienced, and all the pain everyone experiences, and all the hate and all the evil and all the betrayals and all the
mad strangeness
all the dead end moments spent thinking
'it's about to happen'
with that little up-euphoria and a cup of hottie coffee only to have it sink again when it's all an
unrealized
dream
for
no
reason
and all the
distance
all the facebooks
all the tumblrs
all the snapchats
all the xanax
all the drugs
all the
sobriety
all the
'maybe tomorrows'
all the
'one days'
I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT
all the banks
and
all the houses
all the flowers looking nice and the niceness looking not so nice so the niceness of the flowers
ain't
so
nice
all the jobs
and
all the laundry
all the money all the lies all the painful honest
truths
all the cellphones and water
and the fridge,
in the quiet,
humming
humming
humming
humming
what it's like to be depressed with no expectation or commandment
R.I.P, Robin Williams.
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