poem

I want to watch the world burn

I want to close my eyes

 And never open them again

I want to lay in bed

Until the century ends

Maybe longer if I can

But it won’t allow it

I want to sleep

I’m running

So fast my lungs

My muscles ache

I don’t want to be here

I’m done

My brain is checking out

I know I wake up early,

But I don’t want to travel at 7.

I want to just dream

I want to just think.

I don’t want to work on this drawing

It will mean nothing to me later

It will mean nothing to you later too

So why am I working so hard?

Does it really matter?

I used to think school was so important,

But then I graduated and realized it wasn’t.

You all just seem to love to pressure me.

I’m done.

I’m tired.

I want to watch the world burn

As I scream in the wreckage

Of what I’ve caused

You can’t find me.

You can’t hold me.

You can’t stop my feelings

They’re raging

Like some wild beast

I’m done.

I’m so done and over with it all

I want to work on my projects

Ones that matter

Ones that I feel will actually improve me

I’m so done doing things that won’t matter.

Things that don’t matter at all to me.

I’m so done with that.

My heart is beating fast.

My brain is rushing so many places

I can’t keep up

But I don’t have to the time to catch up

Because I’m always working on your work.

I’m done

Give me something I love.

Give me something I enjoy.

Let me work on my own things

My own projects

Maybe I live in my own little world

Maybe I’m just delusional.

Maybe I just want to light myself on fire and watch myself burn.