Life
Every day is mechanical.
Wake up. Eat. Brush teeth. Apply makeup and look alive. Go to school. Smile. Say ridiculous things on the bus. American History. English. Natalie. Biology. Journalism. Shallow mode. Geometry. Die. Resurrection. Zach. German. Say more ridiculous things on the bus. Eat. Watch the world go dark.
It's all the same and I'm never there. I try so hard, too hard. Yes, I am fake. Very fake. But that is the least of my worries and the least of yours. If it were not for my own flaws, I would be able to forgive humanity for being disgusting. But since I live as a constant reminder of how ugly, cold hearted, and egotistical mankind can be, I cannot seem to let it go.
Where is the point of breaking down and is it even worth it? A person could cry or a person could laugh, what difference could it possibly make. I can while away my days in a sedated state. Away from pain. Permanently medicated. Harmless. I would never hurt or annoy another human being for the rest of my life.
It is a barren wasteland. I'm still in my own world, but now I have been disillusioned. Where does everyone else live because sometimes I wish I was there. Then maybe when I looked at people and smiled they could care back. Maybe love and friendship could endure for just a bit longer. I will imagine no more friends and create no more enemies.
I wish I knew the secret. Someone help. Make me agreeable. Make me charming. I really don't care what it takes, because where I am now...well, it's only so long before it takes my life.
Wake up. Eat. Brush teeth. Apply makeup and look alive. Go to school. Smile. Say ridiculous things on the bus. American History. English. Natalie. Biology. Journalism. Shallow mode. Geometry. Die. Resurrection. Zach. German. Say more ridiculous things on the bus. Eat. Watch the world go dark.
It's all the same and I'm never there. I try so hard, too hard. Yes, I am fake. Very fake. But that is the least of my worries and the least of yours. If it were not for my own flaws, I would be able to forgive humanity for being disgusting. But since I live as a constant reminder of how ugly, cold hearted, and egotistical mankind can be, I cannot seem to let it go.
Where is the point of breaking down and is it even worth it? A person could cry or a person could laugh, what difference could it possibly make. I can while away my days in a sedated state. Away from pain. Permanently medicated. Harmless. I would never hurt or annoy another human being for the rest of my life.
It is a barren wasteland. I'm still in my own world, but now I have been disillusioned. Where does everyone else live because sometimes I wish I was there. Then maybe when I looked at people and smiled they could care back. Maybe love and friendship could endure for just a bit longer. I will imagine no more friends and create no more enemies.
I wish I knew the secret. Someone help. Make me agreeable. Make me charming. I really don't care what it takes, because where I am now...well, it's only so long before it takes my life.