universal mess

global warming is literally kicking our asses. i hate the fact that if the world ended tomorrow, everyone would be so upset. the irony is that they are the cause of the end. you were the cause of my end. the only difference of the two situations is, you wouldn't be upset if i was gone tomorrow. just like earth. just like the universe. you are my atmosphere. slowly you deteriorate and form a big hole in my mind, and all of a sudden i am sucked into it and gone forever. at first, you secured me. you made me feel pure, and important. gradually, you stopped caring more and more until i stopped caring about myself. tear. i let myself be taken advantage of by so many beings. rip. all i think about is my next fix, or fuck. there is a tiny hole. the more you stop caring, the larger in diameter the hole gets. it's about five by five inches now, i need one more. it's like tearing a bandaid off; just get it (us) over with. "i don't need you." there it is. you could have saved me. picked up these shattered pieces of shit that make up a miserable two decades, and help me fit them back together. you could have been my savior. save me next time.