What the hell is happening?

Why is everything falling away?

Like Grandaddy dying suddenly

Or forgetting, what is today?

Why can't things go back to normal?

Like they were when I was ten?

Is it all in the past, in a cave of lost things?

Everything was so simple back then...

It's depressing, and tiring, and generally sucks

Or am I just 'being dramatic'?

I don't even know who the hell I am

So should I just be made of plastic?

Everything's changing, leaving, appearing

And I know it's just part of life

But what if life just stops, without warning

What if I don't wake up because of a knife?

And it's like no one cares, the world's "just fine"

But no, it's really not!

People are dying, and everyone just wants money

Get your priorities straight before you're just- gone!

The point of this, I'll never know

It's really just a depressing rant

But everything's so fucked up, I hate it, I do

So I think I'll go eat some ranch

I realized how true the original was so I rewrote it so it's 100% accurate, life's shit right now, but at least I have poems, my story, and my friends

Question of the Day: Can you write in cursive? I tried and kind of can but my signature sucks-