I am dying,
Not faster than anyone else,
But sometimes it's like I can feel it,
And I just want to get it over with already.

Life is just trying to feel less alone.
Desperate clawing at others,
Screaming into the void,
But we're all just trapped inside ourselves.

And we're all alone.

And I don't think it gets better.

I don't believe people are happy,
I think they just don't think about it.
How alone they are.

They ignore it because it's terrifying.
How do they ignore it?
I don't think I can.