i wish i can make whatever is killing you go away
i see you being beaten
and i know it hurts you so bad
i want it to stop for you
but whenever i used to try i felt the painful death myself

like what is actually after the sky
it’s either infinity or nothing

it will pinch your inside
and squish your heart
logic won’t calm it
but i am here with you

there’s a virus in my brain
it’s always chaos on the screen

do i know deep down
or am i delusional

love is a matchstick

art is imperfection
otherwise it would be a photograph

i have loved  her in the past
but now she is just my wife

there is too much to figure out
too much expected of me

not wanting to die
is good enough

i dont want to feel
i dont want to suffer

being anxious and older
i thought it would go away when i grew up

i get to anxious for this life
i feel too awful to enjoy this

i dont like it here
i never wanted this

just tell me ill eventually
have clarity on existence