Hurt
Everything hurts on days like this. Concentrating hurts Music hurts Sun hurts You hurt Adulthood hurts Everything hurts.
I wish I was you, a person who flits through life being nice enough to be considered one of lifes good guys and thats enough, no deep thoughts, no introspection, no needing to ask a question, pry.. no.
Only interested in the next easy thing and never sitting in the darkness, a brain that doesn't scorch like you have laid too long in the sun on a sunny day in June.
You get the car with the roof down and a party to go to because the darkness doesn't exist.
Except does it catch up? The pain you have caused? The avoidant pain that accumulates for the rest because you leave the table when things go dark.
You get happy and I get hurt.