You obsess over my mess.
Reading all my thoughts.
But the sense makes less and less
All the efforts just to see the naughts.
I'm almost dead yet my feelings exposed.
Should I cover up before I pass or just die and hope nobody judges me?
My darkness is almost fully reposed.
But I guess everything comes with a fee.
I dont want to show it or I'm afraid people might end up knowing me better than I do because I have no fucking clue what I feel or how I'm going to deal with it.