somebody help me out of bed
these ideations they’ve weighed down my head
im sick of trudging along
and my cats are nipping like i’m already gone
this is just how it goes
you’re born, you live, you die alone
you’re not the only one
being burned in the sun
if i sit still enough maybe the bugs will come eat me
skip the burial process and all the drugs they’d feed me
just to keep me alive until i’ve withered completely
if it’s all in my head then let me out
there’s a voice of dissent
speaking up from within telling me “everything you do sucks”
and there’s to point to
beginnenglish is never my friend
it’s a means to an end
every conversation i could never ever begin
there’s a voice of dissent speaking up from within
telling me we should move to the woods