it's quiet when we're mutes
the acts of an optimist,
but some of us may
never see the world
i hope the next time you
slit yours wrists
it's not for show
none of us are neccessary
as soon as we're born
we begin to age,
i can feel me dying
reminisce of now,
until there's nothing
left to do but die
who amongst us would choose
today for but one thing alone?
the world turns,
but we don't feel it