schmergo:

What up, my name’s Hamlet, I’m 19, and I never f***ing learned to be 

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fifty-shades-of-apathy:

An animal in a cage

is better off

not knowing

that it will never get out

or ever see through the bars 

from the other side

so its suffering

is meted out in 

palatable portions

with hope inherent

in each horizon

carrying its tattered spirit

into the next day

not knowing it will be exactly

the same.

My subconscious

saw the cage before I did

dreams of suffocation

claustrophobia

drowning 

trying to talk myself 

through the panic

imagining something nice

imagining being somewhere else

because my mind is

my only tool to escape.

My cage is

a malicious cycle 

loops that repeat

and repeat

and repeat

an entire rollercoaster

filled with my belongings

but I still had one car left

with hope riding in it 

until I saw

out of my peripheral vision

the entire horizon 

had been fenced off

by a chain link fence

and as I watched the sun set behind the

crisscrossed wires

I thought of the moon

forever orbiting the earth

and the earth

forever orbiting the sun

and I wondered 

if I knew

there was a chain link fence

around the solar system

would the sun set

ever look the same.