Growing up for me hasn’t been about maturing or becoming wise It’s about becoming desensitized And disengaged It’s about losing my idealism and accepting my lot I may have been an emotional wreck when I was teenager But at least I knew how to feel At least then I didn’t give up
Some kind of day this has become If only I could spontaneously combust, Like a star in the night sky Burning bright in one final blaze of glory Before it’s all gone Spontaneous human combustion, The headline would read. How marvelous that would be.
Earth itself feels like a sinking ship Slowly drowning in icy space And I a mere nail in a floor board or less A spec of dirt on the moistening deck What right have to scream or cry or care If the whole ships going down who am I to stop it
it’s everything and nothing and a brain full of thoughts when the exhaustion’s fills your bones and nothing you can say has any meaning My lips stay shut And my smile is fake And my heart aches and aches and aches