• that1boiwhowrites_625 6w


    All I see is blurred lines and fake masks.
    So preserved and pristine to hide all of the bull shit.
    What's wrong or right anymore?
    What's real and what's fake?
    With everything wrong in the world
    a part of me wants to scream
    To somehow be a light in the darkness.
    But how can I when I'm nothing but a nightlight.
    Sometimes I think I'd rather be blind.
    People dying over pointless violence, friendship lost and here we are never United, always fighting.
    Divided we've fallen.
    They say ignorance is bliss and bliss fullness is something I haven't felt in a long time.
    All I see is blurred lines and fake masks
    I guess it's time I wear mine.