guess who’s at it again?

i'm staving off sleep as long as i can.
it's like i'm in a trash can. feeding of the narrow strips of light. biding my time, waiting 'til i'm in the clear. but that's not the way shit flies around here. you have to stick your neck out. man it up. be responsible, else you find yourself weighed and wanting, and possibly in exile.
silly fucker, don't you see it? i see it. and it's no good. none of it, it's poison, and you're just consuming more and more every day. letting your mind rot thinking on the past.
stupid fucker, the burden's only yours if you let it rest on your shoulder like a cross. you'll get splinters and blisters, and the sun won't forgive you if you can't forgive yourself and let it go. it's not yours to carry.
why do i do this? i don't really care what i or anyone else thinks. but i'm still here. doing this. typing. it's mostly rediculous. all on deaf ears my friends. deaf ears.