XXIII.

i wrote this a year or so ago. its still relevant.

I walk in front of

traffic when i feel dead

not becuase i wanna die but

becuase living makes me feel more alive

and i try to remember the lie

and to laugh at the joke

at the hope we all hold

but sometimes i need a brighter light

this flame in my heart still burns

but the world got darker and here i am

seraching for headlights

and im alone in this skull

and with your fruitless dreams, your alone.

your alone.

stuck on a sinking ship in an ocean full of them.

spending my days jumping off cliffs just to live.

trying to see when we were never given eyes.

trying in vein to improve a hopeless life

why fucking try?

to stay alive.