TV

And when my mom turns on the TV at night

It’s not because she wants to watch it

It’s because she’s afraid of being alone

Just like when I do it

Because I rather hear something else

Than myself saying I’m done living

Because life is hard

But the TV is loud

So why don’t we keep dancing

So why don’t we keep forgetting

About why we’re existing

Because remembering makes it tough

To realize we’re still here

Because if we know we’re here

We won’t be cheering

We will be suffocated

Because those stories are lies

And we keep telling ourselves lies

Because there is no truth

Because the truth is

There is nothing

Like the TV at night

But nobody is really watching