and life stays in a constant cycle that no one appreciates, dreaded the person goes, and the next to have them doesnt appreciate their “world” toasters pop bread, and people leave but i hope i dont ever lose you because i wouldnt want my electricity as a toaster, and my heartbeat as a human

they never give away the water to the people whos water is scarce whilst others drown im thirsty...

i want a mirror but the mirror breaks not physically but the unbearable pain breaks it the monster in the end, will not abandon me i live with it, as i destroy every mirror