shoobopbopbop

i know that it's already taking hold,
the meaningless smoke; the overwhelmed mind- filled
with? what?

i'm always on the edge of sadness, i'm always shifting between okay, alright,
down hill, out of sight.[out of mind]/.
everything's a contradiction to itself, as are you and i. my entire mindset is completely
irrelevant.

nothing i say is important enough to write down.

sounds and taste like bitter apples, browning in the center with no roots to hang on to.
it falls from the tree like my mind sinks into itself, withdrawing- just like the leaves in autumn.
crinkling and curling around all the grass, making it brown too- just like the apple.
just like all my cover ups for my red eyes and sour faces, rotting my integrity,
to the center of my so saddened core.
just waiting for somebody to bite all the way through and break me apart,
to leave me broken and unsure of what else i would be used for, except fertilization.