“I doubt reality”
Burned pages and words
Black and now useless
I can write
“Nothing I’ve done is worth a motherf*ck”
I don’t want to stay the same
In consideration
I hate this place so much
Can we just get that bit closer to dreams that we can touch?
Can we just f*cking go tonight?
Is that asking too much?
“Too young, too ignorant to be right”
Turn to warnings
They won't turn away
Forget your f*cking writing, saying “I don’t even care”
And then, like a pebble
Coming out of a ripple and back into your hand
The cracks of the past slowly dissappear
And you'll be a stranger in a strange land