I think about dying,
but I don't want to die.
Not even close.
In fact my problem is the complete oppsosite.
I want to live,
I want to escape.
I feel trapped, bored of it and claustrophobic.
There's so much to see and so much to do
but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all.
I'm still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence
and I can't quite figure out what the hell i'm doing
or how to get out of it.