Tired

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