Boredom in the chaos of catastrophe
Do I feel sympathy or do I feel nothing?
It’s not that I don’t care although I can’t feel if I do
It’s just that I’m not there so what can I prove?
For some it’s the end of the world
For me, I am just a girl who’s been lost far before this
Probabaly won’t be found once it’s over with
They call me profound for wanting to call it quits
But if this is all we have to live for then what’s the point of it?
Point of view
Switch your muse
Find that the abuse was all in your own mind this entire time
The voices weren’t right and now reality is collied
Most people are out fighting this by staying home
And don’t get me wrong that’s what I’ve been doing all along
But when you see me outdoors know I’m fighting different demons that don’t have to deal with germs
Now do you see them?
Since you’re stuck indoors
Bored with your own thoughts
Never thought you’d get so caught up
Because you have work and a social life to get you out of your god damn mind
And now everything’s not alright
Do you see the darkness in the sky?
Pulling you under for more than the night?
I- I hope you don’t
It’s not a pretty sight
See, but if you won’t try to understand where I’ve been coming from for so long then I won’t give a fuck when you finally get corona
Selfish?
So what?
I’ve been selfless yet it’s never enough
I’ve been helpless yet no one’s ever been my crutch
So I guess we’re shit out of luck
See you in hell
For not giving a fuck.
About the Creator
Ecarg Nosive
I'm a 27 year old writer from Ohio trying to make my passion, my career. Besides writing I enjoy animals, nature, and concerts.
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