I'm tired of this.
I'm tired of just existing.
Everyday is the same.
Wake up.
Convince myself to get up.
Paint my face with a smile.
Keep pressing 'replay' on my laugh so no one knows.
Go home.
Fall apart.
Die a little more inside.
Exist.
It never changes.
All I'm doing is existing. I'm numb.
But today,
Today will be different.
I won't just exist.
I won't exist at all.
I will die.
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Second Thoughts, Third Thoughts
ПоэзияHighest - #36 in Poetry "Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all, I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair." -Christ...
