This Is Not the End of the World

I've been hearing that the world is ending
 I've heard it so much these days I can either
 Completely ignore it or never leave my house again
 That is if I actually left my house for things
 That don't directly enable me to keep my house, see
 I've been thinking about driving nowhere
 I've been thinking about becoming a box inside a locked room
 Inside a dark house at the dark end of the street
 I want to go away until I'm gone
 It takes so much less energy to not
 Exist than it does to exist and get burned
 I've been burned so much I'm not me anymore
 I'm a stupid puppet version of me
 I've got strings that lead to nowhere
 Nothing is pulling on me
 I wish someone would drag my hand out of hiding
 And sign my name on a dotted line
 There are days that I can't find the sun
 Even though its right outside my window
 When getting out of bed feels like the key in the doomsday machine
 So on those days this is what I tell myself
 Whatever you're feeling right now there is a
 Mathematical certainty that someone else is feeling that exact thing
 This is not to say you're not special
 This is to say thank God you aren't special
 I too have kissed no one good night
 I've launched myself from tall places
 And hoped no one would catch me
 I have ended relationships, because suddenly I was also exposed
 Isolation is not safety, it's death
 If no one knows you're alive, you aren't
 If a tree falls in a forest and no one's around to
 Hear it, it does make a sound, but then that sound is gone
 I'm not saying you will find the meaning of life in other people
 I'm saying other people are the life to which you provide the meaning
 See, we're wrong when we say
 I think therefore I am
 The more we say it the more it sounds like
 I think therefore I will be
 You can't think yourself into a full table
 You can't think and make walls and a roof appear around you
 I've thought
 And thought myself into corners made of words and nightmares
 And what has it gotten me
 But more thoughts
 A currency that only buys more currency
 So please
 If you want to continue existing
 Do something
 Learn to make clouds using only your breath
 Build a house even if every wall leans to the left
 Love it anyway
 Just like a season
 Just like a child
 Love how you hate yourself sometimes, because
 At least there's still something to hate
 I know how easy it is to think and keep
 Thinking until you're the last person left on earth
 Until the entire world becomes no larger than
 The space between your bed and the light switch
 But, I hear the world is ending soon
 When we go, and we're all going to go
 I will be part of it