the face inside is right beneath my skin.

it feels like i'm fucking aging, but still somehow stay so young. my failing ability to react to sudden changes, but how the excitement never gets old. how i could get used to something beautiful but never allow it to last.

i am only worth as much
as what i can destroy.

how can i be such a contradiction?
(and i used to pride myself on that. HAHAA.)

you know, i expected so much more than this. it's come to a point where the world's stopped spinning and i suddenly feel like i'm the only one alive. but what for? maybe i need to start asking the right questions.

WHY, GOD.

i stand here all alone,
and i can see the bottom.