Just a little noise...

Lately I realised, that I'm increasingly in my own world. Ever time I have dinner with my parents, their talks are just a little noise and in my thoughts I sit in a big, black room and play drums, or I sit in a big white room an play piano, while a double of me dances. Or I sit on the railing of a balcony and listen to metal or other music. The same thing in the school. Especially in maths. The teacher tells the claas and me something about geometry and in my head I hum the melody of a song I like. Mostly I think about my paranoia and my schizophrenia. It sucks, when I should solve the next task in this moment. I wrote this, because I was and still am bored of being a guy and a human. I'm dreaming 'bout the good ol times. I need to forgive and forget. (<- that is a puzzle) See 'ya in hell ~Niklas