I'm sorry.

Makes me sad, this
Everything.
i hate failing as much as succeeding. 

there's no common ground in me,
I want what I can't have,
yet there's dreams like devils
that say they're real. 

Girls come over, I guess I want them,
but yes or no,
it makes me sad. 

people come over,
and friends or not,
i don't care. 

no one is what I want, and who am I to deserve
anything? let alone
demand
anything.

im just rambling
just sad I guess,

im home on a friday, not cause im a loser,
but because i'm just hateful, or too in love,
or too lustful of what I see in my dreams,
too afraid of them

... im not sure what's worse.
there's a dozen people i could call
but Id rather be alone??

*

People sing into microphones
People fuck their brains out
People shoot till they’re out of bullets
People punch things till they’re knuckles bleed
shout till they can’t sing or
Even talk
and drink till they vomit and drink
Till they die
They shoot up
till they’re veins are thick with
Hell
Heaven
They run till they pass out
They dance till there’s not a goddamn
Move
Left
In the world

People just sit still
People just sit still

Do nothing
Achieve nothing
Achieve something but it’s really
Nothing
People with thoughts like sludge, sewer river, filth,
Hate.
Ignorance
Arrogance.

Beauty,
Creation.

Poor creatures, dear and awful

What are we
And why???

What the fuck
I hate it all
And love it all

There’s
nothing we can do
But keep doing?

Just try?
Why?
But keep
trying…