My eyes are heavy like the sands of time are weighing down on them, until they close

Life calling me to its eternal slumber

My eyes feel ashen

Probably dehydrated from all the tears they’ve shed

From waking up each morning and meditating on my life filled with dread

My eyelids are puffy, like safety bags for all of life’s wreckage

Like they’ve got something to makeup for

Kind of like the system to which I’m indebted

Disposable People

We are not disposable people

Thrown away because there’s a mark

What you see in condemnation is culture

Trying to move on but my past keeps lurking like a vulture

Blame me for being stuck in the past, blame me for moving on

Then they’ll attribute it to the reason that I’m gone

I’ve done the dirty work and I’ve paid my time

But still society won’t clear me of this God-damned crime

Why let me get a scholarship, why let me go to school

If I could never be a therapist anyways, as it’s written in your rules

None of us are perfect

You killed all my dreams

Now an empty shell of a body is all that’s left of me