anyshit.

nothing around me is making since.
sometimes in the silence,
i can hear my heart inside my chest.
its because I'm alone;
on my own,
with nowhere to go.
knowing nothing goes my way,
mostly because no one hears what i have to say.
maybe it because my ideas are living nightmares,
secretly because no one cares.
you see, i have a lot of reasons why.
but i just don't explain it well
cause there's no time
and we will all go to hell.
it's horrible isn't it,
i don't know,
i cant explain shit.