I’ve been alone a lot, I’ve been unhappy with myself for a very longtime. I don’t know what to say or how to talk or how to focus when I’m unhappy and I’m in love. I don’t know how to do anything whenI’m not the only one who’ll have to live with the unpleasantry of knowing me.
I let all the light escape me and I collapse in onmyself into complete darkness. I keep the blinds shut in my room, I sleep alone in my cold bedroom with as much darkness as I canhold. I become a black hole that’s sinking and flailing with arms stretched out not meaning to ruin everything I touch.
But Ido, I ruin everything. I’m the worst hunter, always slaughtering peaceful beings out of clumsiness and accidents. Nothing to do withthe body or the kill, and nothing to do with its life in the first place. I’m out of place.
Always consumed by crowds but neverdigested, I drink best when I’m alone. Could call anywhere my home as long as it was only me and it was all my fault for giving aplace such a name for someone like me.
Don’t know what to say or what to do, I guess I’ll go to sleep. Pretend I died in the darkand I’m dead from there. Complete nothing, completely alone, can’t hurt anyone from there, I should refer to sleeping as my home.