if the world stopped spinning would you notice

IM SO ANGRY

I DONT KNOW WHY
I Just really really feel like i want to pinch the whole world to wake up from this day dream

I may be dreaming all day, but atleast its about the truth. Everyone else fucking lives in a dream of pretend.. a bad one a nightmare that they can't wake up from.

We need to wake them up because while they've been sleeping, the fires been getting hotter, and suddenly hell doesn't seem like such a bad thing anymore to go
When our poor beautiful world has turned upsidedown with no one looking up to the stars
no one looking out in a different direction
everyone the same
everyone following
befriending the unknown but never knowing more than a name, more than looks

I just wish people would just show me what they want me to see, Show me what i cannot show them right away
go past their fear and try something out of the blue out of the ordinary, something short.. something ugly, something unimportant, anything, as long as its from heart
i'll take it

I wish i could show people what i want them to see, and i would. but would they listen?
no. not even my close close friends listen entirely to what i have to say
they get tired
and i of them sometimes

people have forgotten how to feel
knowledge has taken it up taken over their heads .. they have forgotten how good it feels to feel something completely, not just a taste of it
they have forgotten to let go of being scared
i'm scared., but atleast i haven't forgotten. i am just starting to completely realize this whole thing for the first time
but for the people that have forgotten, it might as well be considered a sin. at least it is in my book. to withhold society of the pure beauty within themselves? to withhold them of what you think will only break them? just because of you? you gotta think past yourself sometimes. even if you don't know exactly why or what you're doing it for.
and perhaps there are some people that haven't realized it yet, like i hadn't before, but they will in short time. i want them to.. and when they do, maybe they'll feel the same apprehension, the same anxiety building up in their blood in their throat, the same pollution of thoughts streaming and fogging up their head causing it to explode like i do now...
because.. because they feel they cannot do anything
nothing to help
but want to so much with every beat every pulse of their heart squeezed up like a huge amount of something inside themselves

i want to help i want to do something i want to get what i came for to get what i live for, to get what i deserve
we all deserve something. something more than what we're getting.