The loneliness
Fills every crevice
My lungs drown in it
My smile just for the gods because no one else sees it
They don’t know I’m never smiling behind my mask
Faking it
It’s in everything I do
My desperation for connection with someone
Can’t we just be two creative minds connecting?
Why is he your answer to my loneliness?
The man who told me all my friends would get bored of me and leave
And was right?
I was foolish to believe the brainwashing about friends being forever
I was also a child
And adults should know better than painting unattainable fantasies for their young
It’s a good thing I can’t get drugs right now
Made me promise myself I wouldn’t go looking
Show some of my power over self and keep it
How I want to disappear into brain melt
It would be bearable
The endless loneliness
If you’d give me something to keep the edge off
I do not need to calm down
Okay maybe
Cosmic DJ shut your damn face
I’m not okay. I’m not okay.
I’m not okay…
I will be
This is a moment
You know, the something to take the edge off could be a human
Urgeless beings telling the being with nothing but urges to control them
Control your perfect timing, why don’t you?
Yes, pain.
And I know it’s a lie
I know it’s a lie and I’ll just feel awful whenever I’m not doing it and the only time I’ll feel is when I’m high
No, okay, thank you for the metaphysical full body shake
This loneliness
It is swallowing me whole
Who knows what the meaning behind these happenings is
It’s doing a fine job of keeping me sane
Good job, something
Just sane enough
It’s like I’m drowning but this mysterious beast just comes along every once in a while and refills my lungs
Beasts?
Who knows
Sometimes it feels like there’s a billion different things
And one
Taking care of me
Wondering how I could be that special
But maybe everyone has their own chorus
Hermes thinks that’s funny
Maybe not in the classical sense, okay?
Guardian spirits
Maybe anyone can connect to the Sun
That would be how I prefer it
I only want to be I little bit special
Like special to one person
Not to everything
I want to be noticed
I don’t want to stand out
Both of these things are true
I would trade my soul for a wish
I wish I had a friend nearby who could come to visit me.
I wish they would help me around the house sometimes and not hold it against me and understand that I need help
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