Everyone is getting on with their lives
Everyone is living but I’m dying slowly
Stuck in my pain
Blocked by my fears and insicurities.
I don’t know what should I do
How can I escape from this hell?
How can I escape from my thoughts and the voices in my head?
I observe people everyday and I ask myself how they can live their empty life
How can they walk in the street and not observing?
Why don’t they see what is going on in the world?
It must be funny, not being me
Not watching with my eyes
Not thinking like me
Not noticing even the smallest details.
Maybe I should live like them
With the emptiness in my heart and in my mind.
I was listening to Twenty One pilots.