Those cookies weren't worth stealing

I stole four of my roommate's chocolate chip cookies,

And now I cant get the taste out of my mouth. 

When she walks in I'll pretend i did nothing wrong,

And that I'm listening to Twenty One Pilots: Car Radio. 

Just like what I do with my mental problems, 

Pretend that I'm not all the terrible as a human,

Pretend that I care for other's well being,

Pretend that my darkness wont one day kill me or someone else.

So, watch me sit in silence, 

Breathing calmly (even though I have asthma).

If you continue to watch me, 

you will start to see parts of my soul slowing burning, 

like incense only less pure

I like to play pretend like a psycho,

but please dont think ill of me or do i,

I don't care anymore.

Now matter how much cola I swallow

I cant get rid of the taste of those stolen cookies 

This probably how my soul feels since it cant get rid of the taste of darkness

Author's Note

So i kinda took a break from writing, but im kinda slowly beginning again.