I feel like an there’s an empty void inside my lungs ,
Loaded with dirty air of tabbaco that I inhale when my shoulders can’t hold the density of earth anymore,
My chest could burst into pieces each second from the anxiety
my brain singles me to run away
To escape
To burst in laughter or in tears
But on the outside I show no signs of suffering.
is it funny how much we all fall into grief and let it consume us fully till there’s no human vitals left.
We escape to things that ruin us even more
Till our soul ishatters with no will to continue evolving
And we just walk around
a bunch of I’ll humans with pills shoved into our mouth to keep us shut
Shut down the misery of this plant earth
We can’t confess
Nor believe in the truth because what is the truth when everything is just lies ?
So we go on till our legs fall into the grave that been made for us and so we
go
on
and
on without the chance to heal
Because no one teaches that.
But with the minimal piece of hope I have left
I must heal
I don’t know how
But I will learn along the way but I
