Gathering my things
Packing up to leave
Because the only thing that I believe
Is that you're lying
Straight through your teeth.
I'm going beneath
To a place that's on fire
But I'm so used to it now
That I don't see much of a difference,
So what does it matter
If I choose the latter?
So what if I'm going
They're already on the brink of knowing
Like I'm on the brink of something darker
Been there since twelve
Isn't that a bit early?
Doesn't that seem like I should be so naive?
Why does it feel like the world's crashing down?
Maybe I'll fall with it
Maybe I'll land first, and have a break
Where it seems the world's weight isn't crushing
The slight amount I had.
I just need that break,
So please bring it upon me
Just so they won't know.
12.18.18
12 am
stillthinkingofthatthingthatiwonteverbefullypunishedfor
givingupisinevitable
