Everyday I wake up- I want to shoot you with a gun. I want to do it because it's fun. But more than anything, I want to shoot me too Fall down dead, Hoping it's just a dream, Drown in the pool of my own blood And laugh about it all night long. But this is my reality: Smiling, laughing, texting- Pointless, meaningless, leaves me blank. No matter how genuine it is, It will always be more fake than real. I'm crazy, You're crazy, We've all lost it. Yet we walk about with- A self entitled mentality. Lying to ourselves that we're sane While we crumble beneath the pain.