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