leave yourself behind. leading the blind.

all the things I love are lost under piles of nonsenseless things. taken all joy away, overconsumption of the things you love can make you sick of it, too much of anything will lead you to insanity. it only puts you in harms way, craving wanting the same happiness you had everyday. you were greedy and sore, you only wanted more. It leads you to madness, stuck in your own sadness. it doesn't do you any good. not like you thought it would, not like it really should you just did what you could. understood the meaning behind the sorrow lies the addiction, your never healing. your digging your own grave. you don't realize the way people see you, angry and misfourtuned. you think of yourself as innocent, the victim in every movie. but your little story isn't enough. life is tough, but this is not what life's about. scream and shout as if it will make a difference. I can't stand the silence in the room, I wanna leave but I'm not going to.