worthless two cents

only I can make myself happy?
oh yeah, dumb fuck
then why am I hardwired
to be a social and sexual being?
fucking therapists

I didn't die
which scares me
and angers me because
I want that to be my choice
I want my destiny in my hands

I'm just the amalgamation of
everything I've experienced
I'm saying nothing new
take away experience and you have pure life

all the voices in my head
solid or otherwise
scream so loud
they speak of conflict and make no sense
I've spent some time trying to quiet the conversation
with minimal positive results
I have the itch to say something
to connect on some level with something else
when really we're still one
the view is just scewed
from all this fucking noise
be quiet with me for once
we have eternity to be nothing
lets start here and now
emptiness is calling
come with me