Why Does The Sun Shine If I Hate The Bright?
I hate how I feel so invisible to everyone, they talk bad about me even when I am there. The atmosphere thickens, and my organs shiver. My bones lose their marrow, and I fight to keep my tear ducts closed. I feel so restless. I want to do something, but I can't. It's garbage, this world. Why do humans have to be like this? The feared creatures of the stone forests. Past love doesn't seem to matter, you lock that away in storage units, and leave that helpless soul and heart in the cold.
Well, screw you all, all the apathetic bodies.
Well, screw you all, all the apathetic bodies.