The world makes it hard to live
I did what I was told to do,
Graduated, got a job and stayed positive
But a picture of the world is what I turn to

Why are we here
What is the purpose,
Why do some disappear
This all feels like a circus

This big world makes me sick

I am seriously lost in it

But, here I am.

Why is it so hard for me to realize I deserve better
That I need better to survive
Why do I lust after the things I know are horrible for me
That I know will hurt me
Why do I want what hurt me so bad I could puke
That I just want it all over again

Why do I treat myself so horribly

If you don't heal what hurt you,

You'll bleed on people who didn't cut you.

Hello?
Are you there?

Did I write this?
Do I care?

My brain is gone
and I don’t know where

My creative spark
My unique flare

Hello?
Are you there?