if you’re a look into my future
then I don’t know what to think
it doesn’t necessarily get better
because nothing goes away
but you seem to cope better
or present better
I don’t know
what could I know?
I’m not you
it doesn’t matter how alike we are
I might not even make it to your age
a higher dosage
you say?
well maybe
why not?
can’t say I’ve tried everything
until I’ve done it all
I’m so tired of trying
it’s exhausting
all the thoughts running in my head
on a loop
never ending
never running out
like poisoned fish and loaves
I’m always hungry
and overfed
and tired
so tired
haven’t I already made that point?
stop me
stop life
I’m afraid to die
afraid if there’s nothing
more afraid if there’s only pain
never ending
on a loop
but how would that be different?
exactly
we all make our own hell on earth
Fudge It! 