Today. This was Today.

[myao_not_mayo]

i am an empty abyss
with walls loading down
and crashing like a screen
that you should have cleaned
years ago.

im annoyed by all things
but yet i dont say anything
im so silent, you see
there is not one- not anyone
who really knows me.

i am mumified
wrapped up in so many lies
comprised of dirty sheets and beds
and so many words that sould have never been said.

im oil in a bottle of vinigar
constantly clashing; never similar
i cause constant friction
with every addiction
that i pursue every day.

and somehow thats okay.

i feel like a walking time bomb
with no check on reality
and whats going on
but i see some truths that no one will know

ive spent half my life living in fear
between abuse and scandal, everythings clear
though im constantly rolling
constantly high
im not getting mad anymore.
im going to live before i die.