Sparks The Empty

I'm not messy or a mess,
I was just made like this.
Anarchy is my normality.
Insanity is all I've know.

No one broke me; I just can't be fixed.
No one smashed me; you can't be fragile if you were made in pieces.

Boredom slips to depression; They're more similar than they seem.
Monotony is morbid.
Crazy is necessary.

I'd rather be deluded than disillusioned.
Disappointment is worse than slipping away.

I tilt my head up to the night sky, I'm not looking for stars;

I like it Empty





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