…. yeah, you.

i didn’t realize that miserable was a form of intoxication

i feel oddly drunk, this hammock swings and i feel more drunk and more sad

maybe i’m just lost in these selfish sorrows

i despise everyone who speaks to me these days

every word off the tip their tongues

i want to reach my pathetic fingers into their mouths

rip out their ability to utter words, watch them bleed, at least quietly

i know i’m fucked up but we all are

if you don’t think so, you’re probably worse off then the rest of us

we are all just forcing ourselves to stay alive before we rot

it’s my best guess that i’ll die young

i would be the optimist in that situation, i could only hope i’ll leave the world soon

maybe do everyone a favor, i somehow push everyone to hate me anyway

don’t get me wrong, its complete self sabotage

either way i want out of it all

i’m not such a coward that i wouldn’t end it myself

but somehow suicide lacks luster

i understand your mind more than you’ll ever know

don’t you get that our thoughts are braided?

thoughts may be twisted but the feeling is still so strong

grasp the complexity and understand the confusion

like organized mess, like a pile of laundry

socks are not lost but hidden.