Cut It Out Because You're Clueless
This heart monitor reads 34 degrees and I can’t feel my legs. I’ve packed my bags, I’ve cooked our meal. I sound sick as hell and feel the same. I sleep through all I’ve been missing and my disturbed look shows some bitter signs of shame. 36 degrees later I’m feeling fine and screaming out my lungs along with the rest of you people wasting your precious time. With all the shit that makes you happy and keep a smile you pick the best of the worst things to say. Fuck the bad to make it feel good and feed the good to keep you alive. I would go a week without water, and I would go 40 days without food. If it made me keep this face I think there would be some sparks to fly home. And by home I mean I’m already there.