Fuck this shit, I’m tired
I just want to sleep
Fuck what you have to say because all you feed me is false dreams
You don’t play with my head
You don’t give me something to play with
You exist an object that embodies the impact interactions with normal people are meant to have on the individual: death on the inside
We kill ourselves trying to give to others because the world truly doesn’t care
While someone in a classroom somewhere ineffectively commands a room with empty words another person feels the reality that no one else truly understands them
We have out own demons, crazy we don’t have one
Ever wondered why we have more than one demon?
The world is full of them
No religion can keep them away because we are the demons
We exist to kill each other and find meaningless connections in a reality too complex for our small brains
And no one actually cares enough to help unless the’yre benefitting
So fuck you if you think that talking to me will help
You are a demon, and bitch like everyone else
I’ll stop saying fuck when I’m dead
And I’ll only stop then because when I’m dead I can’t be fucking tired of people’s shit