Well here I am again once more
They found me dead and on the floor
My head is bruised, the bumps they throb
But it’s the pounding in my heart
That just won’t stop
Full-time care a few days this week
Will it be enough to beat defeat?
That sentence sounds fucked
But I don’t care at all
Poetry is bullshit
I’m not even lovesick
What are we doing here?
Derealisation engulfs me
I just cant grasp reality
I’ve lost my fucking mind