I bear it.
The world is becoming more broken as each day passes.
People champion the need for equality, even when it’s never really equal.
Everyone wants to be considered unique and yet no one wants to take individual responsibility.
I’ve had enough of this life because it’s just so backwards now.
Being lonely is the worst feeling
It’s being forgotten
I know it all too well
Here we go again.
Like it or not, you can’t truly know just how good some things in life were until you experienced just how epically shit can instantly become.
Who is this familiar face that keep appearing as I sleep
I know them and yet I’m certain we’ve never actually met
So much that there is no ominous feeling
There is nothing, just a sense of knowing in place of where emotion should be
It’s like I’ve simply forgotten
There is one consistent though, every time
It’s their eyes
Who’s are they though, why can’t I remember?
Just like that,