me and people around me

I feel dead. For some reasons i can't explain. Just can't talk my way out of everything. Some boys looking for relief and some planned to closed the road. Black wave closing the answersheet. Lines made with airbrush. Broken remote controls somebody's life. Staring from shop's window. Old people smiling behind their worried faces. Compressed my brain so I can swallow it. The mask becomes wet. Cry kills, smile wins