X "sad boy"

Something went wrong. Life has gone so quiet. Something should be
screaming.

The night is a canvas painted black. Small town, everyone inside. I
could go out, listen to insects, count the blades of grass, climb
trees. Small, everything inside. The night is a canvas painted
black.

Childhood. Cartoon sounds and birdsong. Lying on the floor, the soft
carpet. The warm smell of puppies. Sunlight streams down at an angle
through the window, so bright it's almost a solid shape, a stairway.
Sunlight streams down at an angel. The warm smell of puppies.
Childhood.

Childhook. Hearts fall apart, pieces of confetti, crying at parties,
growing older. I've never watched anyone leave. I wonder what I was
looking at instead. I wish I knew. I wish I could find it again. Cause
I'm lonely. Sometimes loneliness is like slept in clothes. Today it
feels like fevered skin.

I don't understand people. I don't understand the world. I know only
two things, that I'm not happy and that I want to be.