I often don’t understand the universe.
All I see some days is dark cold tired existence.
No true purpose but to expand chaotically into blackness.
Time means nothing to something like this.
Does it know of the life that lives inside of it?
Can it feel the warmth from the stars inside its very self?
love and hate and hope and despair live within its walls.
I wonder if its numb to the fuck all.
Is reality easy to brush off or hard to escape.
How does it feel knowing you’ve taken everything I’ve loved?
That your existence and the reality of it all is my hell everyday.;
Is mortality a thing to you?
It is to me and it Knocks on my door everyday sometimes just barging in.
Is my pain your despair or your will?
Or are you just as confused and hurt as me?