just another day

 

the sun rose at 8 today

i did not see it but that is fine because i hate the day time

it is already dark and i barely ate

there is nothing left to see

the streets are empty 

and so are we

nobody in the driving seat 

passengers in this train of life 

the paint is dry 

and i am sick of watching it 

destroy our lives

starting with our minds

our souls are next 

and all we can do is text 

to ask for help 

or distract ourselves 

from temporary insanity 

until we escape reality 

for the night and the morning too

dream of things that we wish were true 

and then it is 3pm yet i feel no pain 

that i missed the whole day again 

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