Choices. So many options. When can't we just stay still? Life is so packed that we start to forget, Stop and just swallow this pill. You can use distractions all your life, Drink yourself to death, Read every book, watch every film, But what will you have left?
Emotions are all that really count, But you're too scared to feel. Your mind is closed off an unhealthy amount, Maybe it's time to get real.
I felt like crying But I held it back And I didn't try Because I thought I'd regret. I want to feel good When I'm making "like" to you, I don't want to test you And I don't want you to feel blue There were some things That I did have on my mind I was distracted And could have been unkind. That does not mean I don't want to talk to you No matter the problem The answers can never be few. So please just see me We'll calm each other's minds And remove the sounds hollow Eroding the cliff behind
Does my age affect how people think of what I do? Do my looks alter what people think of my personality? If I tell them my beliefs, would they hate me? Can simply my gender change what something could have been? Does my outward distract from my soul?
~ Happiness is just the product of distraction Covering up problems with temporary bliss The less on my mind the happier I get. So whisk me away from reality, enchant me with your humor, and grace me with your presence. Because you may be the only thing that brings me one-hundred percent pure happiness in a confusing corrupt world like this. ~
I distract myself filling time slots and empty Windows blaring nonsense instead of sitting in deafening silence
I beat at my own skull pulling my eardrums out like string from my head watch videos on tying nuces anything, to keep me busy anything, to keep me from doing the actual hanging
because right now I'm sitting in silence, and it's like a timer it's like I'm just counting the seconds before I start crying how long can I last? 1 minute, 2, 5 it's a waiting game so instead I distract myself I watch TV and YouTube scroll through Instagram and Pinterest until I run out of pictures I talk to myself I beat myself until the thoughts go away or... turn a blind eye, until I'm so good at pretending that I can pretend they're not even there until distraction is my second nature because... Don't you see? Can you understand? It's the only way I can stay alive