Lights Out

After the lights go out on you

After your worthless life is through

I will remember how you scream

It’s spiteful and mean

I hope you’re scared

Because

I can’t afford to care

I can’t afford to care.

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It Closed.

I find myself in the midst by suffocating people, the drain the life from all that surrounds them.

My patience wears thin, avoidance is the easiest course of action. After all, you can’t argue with idiots because they simply drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.

The world used to be filled with colour, now all I see is a dull grey, shrouded in the mist of depressive tendencies. How dreary I do sound. My recent state of mind has been echoed in this blog fro quite some time now, what was once filled with raw emotion and perspective is now nothing more than a black whole that devours all the light around it.

I’m sorry, but I’m not apologising to you. Oh no, my apology is a selfish one. I’m sorry for me, for letting this take over, for not having the strength I needed to do what had to be done.

What a mess.

I loath this world so much now. It has nothing to offer me except bitter disappointment and reality, I think I preferred it when I couldn’t see it for what it was, to see people for who they really were… I would much rather live in the ignorance just like everyone else but that door is forever closed to me. My eyes have been opened and I hate what I can now see.

We are being overcome by the chaos, it’s tipping the balance.

There is so much we refuse to accept, so ┬ámuch suffering that we care little for because it doesn’t effect us. We only care when it suits us or makes us look good, we are such hypocrites. I am such a hypocrite. I hate myself, the self pity disgusts me but it’s all I’ve grown to know recently. Oh my friends, I wish you knew how I understand you so well, but I just don’t care for your problems, but then again you wouldn’t want the truth from me anyway.

The truth… No one wants it, but it’s always there.

What is my truth?

I am everything that’s wrong with the world, but at least I can admit it.

Aged

You’ve grown so thin.. So weak… So frail.

Is there anything left that once was I do wonder? Possibly, possibly not but it’s none of my concern anymore anyway. Though I would be lying if I was to say that I didn’t think about how you were each time you accidentally cross my sight.

I wonder… do you ever wonder about me?

After all, you make a great effort to head in the other direction when I appear in yours.