To my bad friends
You.are the reason I feel like I am falling out of my skin.
I may certainly be wrong for blaming you
But I guess you couldn't be bother about the fact
That you only care if it's about you.
Maybe I'm crazy.
But I'm tired of always assuming I am insane.
We lay on the floor and you talk until the sun comes up, but when I have something to say it never seems important.
You ramble on talking about nothing.
Just making noise I suppose.
But why don't I get to make noise?
Is it because your noise is prettier than mine?
I don't care much for it.
I'd rather be silent,than to hear myself word vomit
all over myself every second.
Your selfish.
I hate your Existence and sometimes you make me keep feel like I should just drift off and be by myself.
Like the insanity that itches my brain is somehow better than this. The mental dumbing down
Is melting my brain cells 4,000 cells a second you talk.
