Too much nostalgia turning yet untrue.

I can see cracks
Look closer, the cracks are threatening break apart
And whole wall will just come crashing down
From a mere tremble,
Leading to an overflow
Of emotions
Dammit

Nothing seems so real anymore
My life was a mere construct of my imagination
It still is
Don't you dare tell me what to think

Love is so glamourised
Nobody sees the point of it anymore
Nobody sees the point of anything anymore

jadedism is the new pink
and everyone ends up blue