being alone

I hate to hear you cry
Thehuman race is nothing but a big waste
The best die by their own hand
The others make the compromises I mad tobuy a few more wretched years on this earth... total immersal head first in a garbage pile with nothing at the end of the tunnel but a more unendurable smell
And to stay alive, hell gravity pulls you down into it til you're completely covered and you just keep going in deeper the funk all you can breath
What kind of creature is mutated out of an environment thatis always getting less impue do you want to even look at yourself anymore do you even want totry aren't you getting more and more tired isn't there getting tobe less and less to be interested in less and less tobe inspired by less and less tobe in awe of more and more tragedy more and more to have your heart broken by how hard is it to hold yourself together as it keeps coming at you headonnauseating collision heart breaking into smashed glass, smithereens how hard is it for you to imagine what that heart looked like before how you felt like when you were young and healthy and the air flowed through you innocent and fresh and pure and your body repondedto life to everything it saw and every hill, every horizon hd a new eperience a new magic touchlying just over the other side of it as the breezes fluttered your hair like her hand when it wasn't forbidden when you weren't rot from the center devastaation standing at the bottomof a lonely forgotten pit the wall so enlosed on you you are barely squeezed in looking up looking up and all you can do is imgine whats up ther now rank stench fills your lungs every day you feelmore bured alive
Why maintain/
Selfishness would be the worst motive of all that you'd slit your mother's throat tobuy another putrid second of this life
Cowardicethe more holw inside you get the more you can feel whatlies beyond and the more scared you are tomake that final leap into release
Which one is it sage
You're crying about what youlost and will never get back
I can't bear to see you cry
Its so unfair
Dreamless and alone in this ever compressing ever meaningless world
That you can see less of every second
Yeah itsa grave your in and the distractions to keep you from knowing it get more and more uninteresting
I can tell because you cry more
Its all you do.