An Unhappening Life
Laying on the bed, his mind starts racing.
Making him think about frivolous stuff,
How incomplete a man he is.
He creates feelings and scenarios in his own head.
His life is nothing but a dry mess, no events occur.
He just skims through, unaware of both, the sweetness or the bitterness the world has to offer.
He's sheltered, scared to go outside.
Scared to get out of his bubble, he's afraid.
Afraid, he might get hurt, that people may see him as he sees himself.
So, he creates drama.
To feel like there is stuff going on his life.
He has a crush, who he wants, and tells himself he's chasing her. Whilst in reality, it keeps his brain occupied.
That's all it is to him.
Something he does, just to feel like he's partaking in reality.
He does nothing.
But he gets sad, he has all these emotions.
That he himself gives himself.
He starts getting hurt, the pain, it increases.
Then he stops.
A quote from his mother runs in his head
"Empty brain, Satan's residence".