Disastrous house of cards

I dont want to be here
This overwhelming feeling of sadness
Is so consuming
It's like putting up black out sheets in my room
I cant see anything anymore

If I step foot in that house
Even on the property
I'm not even inside the house yet
Black hole sadness
Massive heart ache
I cant really think of anywhere else I'd rather be but I dont want to be here
I dont think I want to be anywhere
I just know I dont want to be here
Everyones eyes are filled with translucent tears
They're all crying on the inside
They have pins keeping they're rotting smiles up
They're all delusional
I think they're playing house
But I think its crumbling
I think I'm crumbling
I think I'm made out of stale bread
Stale clay
Stale love.
Stale something
It reeks of lies
It reeks of hatred
And cat piss.
And dogs crying.
I dont understand how this house is still standing with such a broken foundation, I think the foundation is made of stale bread
Its crumbling.
I dont want to be a part of this disaster