my thought
How do you begin to explain what is running through your head when it looks like a fucked up picture show in fast motion. You feel no pain, sorrow or regrets just depression seems to eat at you till there is nothing. You can't talk about it because that would mean you have to show emotion when there is none.You have no way to voice yourself you can cry but for what.You can't let out what is eating at you then you bust open wounds that are almost 8 years old. You continue with a smile and a thank you but really you grab this world by the balls and say fuck you and your standards, politics, and suffering.