a big problem about life mister!

life is like an illness that will heal when its over

me so exhausted

little me hiding in my head in the corner like anytime

can't believe all these modern life things but "in" and part of it

do not complain give the point so what

happier more productive not drinking more exersizing more socialize no paronoia no bad dreams sleep well smile fuck laugh etc

do not lie

living in a semidream with weak perceptions high dangerous

matter to complete it with whatever the choosings

this not like a humanbeing

in a huge emptiness with little worths

bitter

keep on find a way to be saved

is there anybody in there

all these a part of a huge lie

and this a contrtadiction

of a confused mind in the cursed system