When your whole life is a joke.
When the lines between reality and insanity
Blur so badly,
That you can't even see the smudges
Of what you used to be
And what you used to believe.
These are the times when we destroy our minds
To the brink of extinction
But we wake up in the morning feeling refreshed,
Because we didn't have to think about all the pain
The night before.
Then we trudge along
Through our meaningless lives,
Working our asses off
For the next chance when we can be numb.
Because numb is easier.
Numb never makes you cry.
I can't even see the sky today
Because the fires have caused so much ash
In the air
That all humanity is blocked out.
It's sad though
Because the birds don't sing
And the people don't laugh.
At least I don't remember happiness,
Otherwise I might miss it more than I do.
How do you survive
When your world is stolen from you
And nobody is willing to hold you anymore?