It's not like the last time when I was younger
I didn't let my aloofness make my plunder go asunder
I stayed open as the season in the boonies
but no brunette bullet shells wanted a coat of peacock feathers
Is it these two gray hairs in my too short hair
with the boring clothes and job scaring the mares back to the woods?
The suburban streets are lonely
nothing but parent shut-ins and kids on bicycles
So I go to the forests and the cities
where you can walk together freely with the occupants in there
I wanna ask her for the time just so I can talk to her
But she knows that I have a blue screen too
that'll tell me just as well
I log onto the network to look up her haunts
where I see her all the time
I find her name and request she sees mine
I make up a story related to happenstance of mutual friends
We write back and forth a few times
'Till the small talk stops, the replies end
we see each other and avoid eyes
The sun is much colder when you’re alone but the moonlight is warm at the end of the day when my bones creak from exhaustion.
Human interaction wears me out and I can’t hear myself over others. I want to ******* smash my head against the wall and no one leaves me alone I just want the and no one else at this. I take my time to recharge alone because I haven't taken time for myself yet today.
EVERYONE SHOULD SHUT THE **** UP FOR TWO SECONDS.
UNDERSTAND ME PLEASE WHEN I SAY THAT I WANT TO DIE FOR THE REASON THAT THAT'S THE ONLY ESCAPE FROM THIS EARTH THAT I HAVE.
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