i was on a roll back then

The world is crashing down in a cascade of mosquito bites and stars, the streets are cracking and hell is bubbling out over the asphalt. Run for your lives. Run for your worthless lives. No one cares, you are no one anymore, what you do you do for them so that they will accept you, so that they will love you, and now this facade that you have erected has overcome everything that you once were. You are nothing, you are a mask and you can't figure out how to get the damn thing off. All that is left of what once was is the unwavering certainty that it is gone forever. And so the houses crumble to the ground and the sky rains down in tears that no one can successfully wipe away, no one can fix you anymore, no one can fix this but yourself and you are dead to the world. The stars rain down in flaming memories of what once was, scorching you insides and making you bleed, making you scream in an anguish that no one could fathom, that no one can hear. You're not an individual anymore, you're an idea, a statue erected for the sake of what you believed would be your own happiness, a machine programed to do as others hint, you're not real, you're a fake, you're nothing, nothing to me, nothing to anyone, because no one knows you anymore. You lead these people to believe that they love you, that you are who they think you are, when in reality you are cringing inside, afraid that they'll figure you out, afraid that they'll turn away and you'll be left loving them, alone. Pathetic. You are so pathetic, you're a manican, a movie star, what people want to be, you created this image to make them want you and now they do and you can't enjoy it because you live in this constant fear that you will lose everything. Congratulations babe, you won