I hate how the music dies in my ears. I need it and I kill it. I am getting dumber. For every day i get dumber. I was bright, you know, when I was fifteen. I had ideas. I had passion. Back then I was surounded by idiots. Stupid fucking idiots with few exeptions. But then I lost it. Started thinking more about dying. Ending. Politics stoped interesting me. What's the use? Wait what where am I?

I am here
desolate
full of fear
tired
always tired
ending
sad faces poking up
fields to grow
harvest of sorrow to reap

losing it. I'm losing it
down the merry drain