Standing outside

My head feels like exploding, my worlds painfully colliding.

I ignore my surroundings, nothing is worth watching more than the paranoia that keeps on grasping what's left of my mind.

What has become of us? So we remember it's just 1 day, nothing more after loss of lust.

It's just,

fair.

Where's the flair?

Try to be sincere.

Grow my hair,

Can't plat it, do I care?

Write about it, my last resort. Running away from despair.

No more hunger, a mindless affair. Is that what has become of my life?

Now he's taking the piss, been more than half an hour, I feel like I'm drowning in my own abyss. 

Go on get it. Get it going and walk the walk if you dare.