WordPress doesn’t think I noticed when specific posts mysteriously have no views
WordPress thinks I’m stupid enough not to notice though
This world is so against helping
They’d rather watch
It’s a spectical I’m sure
It leaves me feeling uneasy
Like what could possibly be enjoyable about it?
Not that it’s many
But it’s so strange to be
In crisis
And being watched
My mind always going to all these gods and spirits
But it’s the people watching
And saying nothing
How am I supposed to feel about that?
Being consumed
Just a bit more
Every time it’s like the same thing
There’s a spring after every winter
A dawn after every night
Yet I haven’t seen the hint of either
What am I waiting for?
I just feel like the longer I’m here the better the joke when it’s nothing
I’m just winding myself up for a bigger punchline down the road
I don’t want to be the punchline in my own life for some sick author to feel gleeful over
What’s a shooting star to someone with no more wishes?
I made them all
And watched them all fall
Surely there are wishers to see them elsewhere
If I had a dollar for every shooting star I’d have enough money for my heart medication
And the thing I want
Alas we know already the tale of tomorrow
Up early to a world that hasn’t changed
To work a job that isn’t paying me enough to stay there
Lonely hours spent wasting time and vaping
Back home and we do the same until I meet myself at the pass again
Why am I doing this?
What is the point of this besides ensuring my continued suffering?
Nothing could be worth what this life has put me through this far
7 years ago you could have rescued me
I would have accepted the balance
It’s too late now
There’s nothing left to rescue
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