We are to the point
were we stop realizing
how infinite we are.
Our precious our lives
and how much we actually mean
to people.
And we’ve stopped being happy
and started to worry
and then when the paranoia
kicks in…
that’s when we want to be kids
just once more.
We have grown up
and it’s sad how we did,
we grew up when we
start to think
that no one would ever
give a s*** about us,
but in actuality
everyone is just scared to show
their true feelings.
That’s where the true problem comes to play.
Unhappiness turns to worry
and worry turns to paranoia
and from down there,
its hard to turn back.
So what do we do?
We just need to realize
how infinite we truly are
and how lovely we are.
Because I promise you,
every single person is lovely
but we have these low self-esteems
that kills us inside.
So we just become dead,
morally.
And we turn into these
moral-less souls that turns to
drinking, and drugs, and sex
to fill the void that has grown inside
just because we shalt not believe
that we are truly
infinite.
You’re all beautiful,
I promise.