irony

                                    

                                          
its crazy
how


we're all best friends when we see each other

we love our company
we laugh at the stupidest things possible
we just casually talk about who has more views
or who wrote more things that day
or whoever is higher in the rankings
and its fun
we're all fun and games



but our actual writing
the pen and paper
the pixels and screen
the words and thoughts



we're absolute fucking chaos
all of us



and we just
ignore it
so we dont have to question the things we're saying to each other


so we dont let us down
so we dont ruin us any more than we are




for as many strings we've tied together to keep us together
as much scotch tape we've used to get that one little piece to stop falling off




the scars are getting bigger

i hate to admit that
but its undeniable


and we dont know where the band-aids to heal them are



i dont at least
can you tell me where they are?










we may be in a civil war


but our haven is out there
and our battle is in here