I spend hours in my room
Summer is the worst
I stare at my walls unable to move
Nothing feels real
I can't move my arms
My life is too tiring
I don't understand
Why does nothing feel real?
I alway talk about the things I like
But suddenly my vision becomes blurry and I can't focus
I don't understand, I can't understand
My body sinks into the bed
And I real I may not be real
But that's stupid because I am
Right?
I don't know because I know things are human made
We made everything up
Every name, every machine, everything
So does that mean life is a fragment of reality
Or is there more to the eye then we realize
Every bad things that's happened was due to humans
Humans naming everything
Humans making everything
Would things have turned out the way they did
If it were not for us and our foolish ways?
Or would humanity's lies spread regardless
We seem like puppets on strings
My head is spinning and I'm tired