I Don’t Know What To Do Anymore


This world is violent
With its guns
With its words
With its eyes

This world is a stalker
We let its beauty deceive us
We let it enter our lives
We let it love us

This world is a boy
He knows what he wants
He knows he can get it
He knows we’ll let him have it

This world is a toy
It’s plastic
It’s entertaining
It’s abandoned

This world is not ours
How can we let it manipulate us?
How can we let it conquer our emotions?
How can we let it hold us back?

This world is cruel
It's a weapon, concealed
It’s unwanted hands on your body
It’s not leaving your room for days

But most of all
This world is me
This world is dying
This world is tearing at the seams

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