Delirium

Like everything is so irritating and this has to change

like i know im just sitting here but you dont get it im sisyphus on the mountain

damn im such wasted potential, if i were only right in the head

how are some people just so perfect how r u doing that

how do i kill these thoughts, before they kill me

Genuinely there hanging me on the rope it’s not funny anymore

i'm destined to waste away trapped in my own mind

listening to songs my younger self used to love is the closest i’ll ever get to a time machine

everyday i feel myself getting worse yet do nothing about it 

going with the flow in a face down in a river kinda way

good news. the things that used to upset me no longer upset me. bad news. i'm creating an army of bugs to hurt innocent bystanders