This is Hell
I am a very anxious person the outside world seems so frightening and unkind expressions on the faces of others seem so foreign so cold I am so disconnected from the life I'd lived for so long it seems distant a faint whisper twisting through flesh this useless fucking mind of mine what is the fucking point of anything anymore everyday melts into the next smearing lines between the marijuana and the reality I have so gracefully lost grip on what feelings are I am so numb sedated and absent my soft folds in my mind folded and tucked just so that each train of thought just disappears it all just stops I constantly foolishly reach for hands out of reach my family has fallen apart I never see the sun bask in gentle sunrise so soft warm its cold in the world these days every ending of nerves dissolve I am so defeated Done the music is but a cheap imitation flipping through the albums of my mind looking for the track that connects th...