Maybe The Earth Is Flat

It’s quiet when we’re mutes
The acts of an optimist
But some of us may
Never see the world
I hope the next time you
Slit yours wrists
It’s not for show
None of us are necessary

As soon as we’re born
We begin to age
I can feel me dying
Reminisce of now
Until there’s nothing
Left to do but die
Who amongst us would choose
Today for but one thing alone
The world turns
But we don’t feel it