There's something strange about living in a world where nothing makes sense. Especially if you're the only one that feels like that. It's almost as if you're the out one, and everyone else just seems to be cruising by, casually strolling through life.
I am confused, and by what I can't exactly say. So much has left me feeling lost, or broken, or alone.
Lately, I can't tell left from right. Is he good? Is he bad? Am I real? Am I mad?
I mean, that rhymed, but it makes sense; don't it?
I wanna just phase away most days, to get lost and lose sight of many things.
There are days where it all just suffocates me, where I feel like I'm drowning, and no matter loud I scream, no one comes for me.
Or is it that I don't know how to scream anymore?
My life has turned into a wheel, and all that is on that wheel is a simple, dreadfully boring routine; and it's something that makes me feel dead.
I don't want to die, or to kill myself, but I would very much like to kill this life of mine, and change it up for something better; something worthy of being lived.
