There has to be a reason. I can't feel. This doesn't happen because of some morbid, dramatic twist of fate. So, I'm going use logic and dead common sense and blood to give you reasons. Because that is how the world works. Action-reaction.
1. When someone you're supposed to love threathens to commit suicide you don't say "Do it! I dare you!"
2. I don't care. I only care about the people I'm not supposed to and that too for entirely selfish reasons.
3. My nose is growing.
4. No one does anything with any sort of genuine concern anymore. I'm probably verging on insanity but it feels like everyone has some hidden motive.
5. I hate You. Do something, damn you!
6. Purple hair is turning out to be freakishly expensive.
7. It's all bottled up in there somewhere and I'm losing the courage to purge it out. Bulimics never lose the weight off their face.
8. I don't want to, thankyouverymuch.
9. Change, Hi! Breathe in this beautiful crazy pollution. Better? Bye. Die.
10. I don't like what I'm seeing. This world is killing itself slowly while I stand here and watch. I feel trapped and choked and I see no reason to smile.
2. I don't care. I only care about the people I'm not supposed to and that too for entirely selfish reasons.
3. My nose is growing.
4. No one does anything with any sort of genuine concern anymore. I'm probably verging on insanity but it feels like everyone has some hidden motive.
5. I hate You. Do something, damn you!
6. Purple hair is turning out to be freakishly expensive.
7. It's all bottled up in there somewhere and I'm losing the courage to purge it out. Bulimics never lose the weight off their face.
8. I don't want to, thankyouverymuch.
9. Change, Hi! Breathe in this beautiful crazy pollution. Better? Bye. Die.
10. I don't like what I'm seeing. This world is killing itself slowly while I stand here and watch. I feel trapped and choked and I see no reason to smile.
I see no reason.
But always, always reason finds me and sinks its fangs into my neck till I am nothing but a ragdoll, a puppet, just one more string to pull, one more button to stitch into place.
And then we'll all be ragdolls, puppets, slaves to our own illusion, weak and human.
Don't you think feeling only makes me more raggable?
But always, always reason finds me and sinks its fangs into my neck till I am nothing but a ragdoll, a puppet, just one more string to pull, one more button to stitch into place.
And then we'll all be ragdolls, puppets, slaves to our own illusion, weak and human.
Don't you think feeling only makes me more raggable?
