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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