I stopped breathing awhile ago.
I wasn't so comfortable in my skin

When did I stop being important?
I still lay confused every night
I'm not sure what went wrong .

They became selfish and incompetent
And I became unnatural to the universe

I say one thing then I'm the bad guy
But if he says something he's a god

I want them to remember karma is still floating around my head .

Cowards .

I see them everywhere while the rest pay no mind.

I have no energy for the dead
And I'm starting to lose energy for the living.

I just walk around with a tune in my head .

The same tune that keeps me sane .

At the moment I can't pin point what the problem is .

Maybe it's me,

Or the world.

Or it's the simple illusion that eats people alive.

We don't know nor do we want to.

We just trying to survive.
But living is so hard

But the thought if death makes me nauseous.