i was listening to happy
and it made me so sad
i wanted to let all of my
strings fall.
it makes nonsense but
i always talk about the same
sad stupid things
you don't really care about.
this is not poetry.
i am not a poet.
this is just the broken laugh
of someone whose pieces are
under their own feet.
showing that the broken
can be broke and broke.
in an endless path.
a/n: whatever, i'm not that sad. i'm just tired of studying and wasting precious time on things i don't really care about (heard that, biology?). i'm just smiling everyday and hearing everyone's complaints and giving advice to everyone and i feel sooooooooo trapped in last year. i mean, same feelings, same stupid shit everyday at school, same feeling of loneliness. fifteen were supposed to be different. and also there's this that i don't tell everything to anyone and i feel like i'm going to explode and puke words if i don't do something. though you don't even understand, i needed to say it.
