Everything Makes Nothing Exist.

i will deny the fact i am afraid. i will deny the fact i am in denial. i will deny the fact that the truth i believe could be lies. i deny the fact that i have no trust. i deny the possibility that i am jealous.
because none of this is real in my head and my life is written like a book. maybe my life is a book just not from this dimension. maybe i’m not from this dimension. or this could all just be a dream. nothing is real anymore. trust and love and hope. all i have left is faith, ignorance and rage. i hope my faith guides me towards ignorance so i can express my rage.
but i don’t know if i am in denial, or maybe I’m just confused.
i forgot how to spell maybe before and spelt it mabey. i thought it looked funny…
i really need to express myself lyrically and write some songs. i came up with some quotes of inspiration:
“it could be you. is it you. why cant you tell me anything, even a lie”
“your carelessness in the mirror has you looking like this: not a pretty sight”
“are those all my hopes and dreams? and i watching as they just drive away? did you even know this could be so painful”
yeah. i’m lame

-R.M.