night vault
Everything happens for a reason.
I don’t believe in that stuff anymore.
I believe in the changing of season.
I believe in wanting more.
Listen,
There’s war.
I don’t believe in fighting to the death,
but, I believe in everyone’s final breath.
If everything happens with purpose,
I don’t want to be here.
No longer want to attend the service,
Religion fills me with fear.
Looking down at a compass,
I sneer.
It shows me directions.
But what are its intentions?
I don’t trust,
and I definitely don’t trust you.
I trust the chemical change of rust.
I trust in the sky so blue.
I believe in how the light shines on dust.
It’s not what you say but what you do.
I don’t trust the clock on the wall in class.
But I trust the dysmorphia whipping my a--.
At least it gives me many perspectives.
Have you noticed my perceptiveness?
I see through your bull----.
I see through the walls you hit.
Don’t play with me,
I have anxiety.
I’ll overthink everything,
Not hearing a word you’re saying.
Say to me you want trust,
but just end up covering me in lust.
I have walls for a reason.
But you won’t listen.
Your problem, not mine.
What, I’m fine?
Back off.
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