The truth is just white-noise
Spilling through my speakers
The pain is just the downside
Of all of life's fakers
The water runs to hide the noise
of the music playing
And my heart breaking
Because every time I look in the mirror, I don't see
'Me'
I see another player.
In this game, dream, simulation
Nothing is real but it's our occupation
It keeps us dead and keeps us soulless
Because in life we don't have winners.
The plug is pulled on all of us
And like the end of every game,
The screen will turn to black.
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A/n
To literally anyone who reads this and feels the same, I just want you to know that you can always message me if you ever need anyone to talk to. I can't promise that I will always know what to say or how to help, but I will always listen.
YOU ARE READING
Random Thoughts and Other Things
PoetryJust a book of some of my thoughts, ideas for books I've had and just anything that comes to my mind. Please don't copy, if you get inspired from any of these I'd love to read your interpretations ^_^
