Mind Numbing
Days of indifference,
Nights of no consequence.
Life is what you make it,
Apparently I’m good at making shit.
The proof is in the pudding,
My pudding spoiled on the shelf.
I am not who I used to be,
I’ll never be who I want to be.
My mind is numb,
No way to cut it to make it feel.
My life is in the shitter,
Waiting for it to swirl down.
There’s pain is pleasure,
There’s pleasure is pain.
No one knows why we do this,
Take one breath and then the next.
We hurt one another,
Then hurt ourselves even more.
Leaves us to wonder,
What is all this for?
