The Silencing End of Distractions
What have I done?
All that means nothing is gone now
and leaves me exposed to realities
I cannot handle
Realities that lie in my dream world
Realities that I've tried to cover
with distractions
I am a shallow being that covers itself
With layers of nothingness so as to appear
substantial
But I can still smell the bile.
I can still feel the guilt keeping me
in this world of insanities
Where I am alone.
What have I done?
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