I don't want to go to bed,
because bed leads to helpless thoughts,
and thoughts lead to panic,
and this encourages hate,
and with the hate takes my personality,
and happy I no longer am,
because all of my flaws are more visible,
appearance leads to self hate,
self hate links up to you,
and if you saw me how I am truly,
this world and mask I have built,
will slowly,
tumble,
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I don't really know what I'm writing about because I'm writing about everything. Yes, right now, this. This is about everything. All I know is that I don't know everything. And I know that in life there are some things. Some are good things some are bad things. You're a good thing.
Good things are things like when the sun shines in your face and it doesn't make you mad because it hurts your eyes, but instead you think its pretty cool that it stopped raining. Good things are like when you're driving and instead of just driving you have somewhere to go. Good things are like when you jump in a pool and feel the water splash and you don't sink down because you don't want to drown.
Bad things are like when you're walking down a street through a crowd, and you see everyone except that one person. So you bump into everyone and trip a couple times and just keep walking without a destination. Bad things are like when you're running and running so you can hide from that monster that's chasing you. But then you realize that the monster is you.
All I know about life is that I don't know everything. But I know that the sun comes up every morning whether you want it to or not. I know that if you throw a rock into a lake it'll ripple and make waves. I know that when you give your heart to someone most of the time they'll end up breaking it.
I don't really know what I'm writing about because I'm writing about everything.
So tell me.
There are good things and there are bad things and I told you I was writing about
Every
Thing
Am I a bad thing?