my head hurts and it makes me think that when i go into work ill be less of a good worker but IRL im just as good as a worker, in fact even a better worker, WITH the headache because the headache is a telling of times that I'll die soon so i™eans i work to the extent of my ability so quickly that i am actually da best frigckin worker around so even when theb osses at the end of the day are like her eyou go dude here are the promotions im like hmm no thanks im going to die soon so you should give it to someone who needs it, like all of my other coworkers, so they dvivide the bonus and they all end up with an extra nnickel added to their pay check but then i dont die, i end up being alive the next morning with the same headache and im like welp guess i gotta just deal w/ it and drink some water and eat a food lol

I feel so lonely inside
I feel like my prays have been denied
Im in a room that is dark
Then all of a sudden there was a spark
I went over to were the spark was
And there i saw a rose
That was red like it was bleeding,
Then a boy appeared and was leading
Me to a cell.
Where he chanined me, theb i fell
I tried to break free from the chain
But that did not work only caused pain
I then went and laid on a bed
I heard something roll
And then i said
"Oh god please
Take my soul."
Then that little boy came back and strated to tease
Me, that he got
Food that i could not have.
I knew rhat the food was really hot.
I felt like a bird that is in a cage,
The boy gave me a book and told me to read
So i opened it and started to read it but,
I felt like i was readinf the same page
Over and over again. Then my hands started to bleed
So i prayed for someone to care
But i know that my prayer
Would not come true.
For i am lonely.

It hit the back of my throat
****** taste in the back of my throat
The message sent from your mom
at 12:27 in the morning
But it didn’t hit
reality didn’t hit me till 10: 23
th moring
The pills I bought for you are   now
in the pitof my stomachne
and now I know how yopu felt      aoll this time
Theb morth we spent apart