Fuck reality skip to immortality so when I feel low the suicide won't shatter me. Keep my bones alive cause I'm rotting like a cavity. Wasted and rejected by this earth and my family. Can't keep still but can't relax. Its like I'm buzzing but my past is coming back. Getting up in my face. To close I have a panick attack. But this world pushing me out event though gods keeping me attached. So I love the way that I feel I have a purpose wile I'm stuck in a world of clowns. Life's a circus. But nobody can't put me down atleast not until I hit the surface and face what awits when I do my service. So I feel like I need to change. But not for the better, so I ain't ever the same. Cause now I'm emotional and depression is to blame. Can't fix what hits my face. Cause now I'm broken and that will never remain. I have to adapt. Cause gods pushing at my contract. Can't face these obstacles when they have to much of a compact. Hearts in half but my souls still in contact. Survivals a deadly humain drug and I'm on that.