Joyful demeanour,
They act as an overseer.
The facade begins to retract.
They don't even realize it's all an act.
The door opens effortlessly, with grace.
Tears uncontrollably roll down my face.
Screams and shouts.
I slowly breathe out.
You tell me I'm useless.
All of my work ends up fruitless.
If I can't even get out of my own bed,
I might as well take a bullet to my head.
It's clear that I'm better off dead.
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My Personal Thoughts and Ramblings
RandomWelcome to the place where my mind is literally an open book. (Warning: Some chapters get very emo and angsty) (and looking back at this 2 years later it's so cRINGY FOR ME UGH IM SORRY)
