I feel invigorated by sleep deprivation...I think that makes me a strange individual.
I want to not have school ever again. I also want to not have work ever again. I just want to chill the fuck out and do as I please.
If only the world wasn't so damn cruel...
This boat is for real!
It's nice to be loved and wanted
even when it's all pretend.
If you were able, would
you pick up the pieces again?
would you put them back in order
in attempts to end the same?
or rearrange them to find
a new light shed in vain?
in either scenario you lose
a glimmer in your eye
a skip in your step
a necessary white little lie.
If the real thing came along,
could you drop the act?
Your histrionic life has failed,
how about one based in fact?
A flawed piece will fit
only in an imperfect puzzle
but when every piece is flawed,
you're left with only rubble.
It's great to be accepted in full,
even when it's just pretend.
Honesty is gone, trust a myth...
(black)