—Have You Had a Nü-Castle Brown Ale?
This world terrifies me. Its grip is binding. The cries for help are drowned out by the sound of the TV set. As my spine breaks under this weight—which I offered to hold—they laugh as I suffocate.
Rummage through reasons. I still can’t find one to exist. I tried believing that there’s light amidst this darkness.
Genetics prove there’s influence in how and where you choose to live. So, if I lose it’s because I surround myself with negatives.
So long to seasons! There’s no point if nothing changes. I tried believing. Is this when you accept defeat?
I guess I’ll take my own advice. I should take my own advice: if hope is gone at first, I’ll readjust the boundary lines.
I tried to take my own advice but hope is gone for good. Bury me within boundary lines.