In the outside
it seems like I'm always laughing
when actually in the inside
I feel like I'm dying.
I'm tired of this,
of always lying
'cause the only thing I want
is to be happy.
It exhausts me
to always have to say
everything is okay,
but the thing is that I know
that even if I tell the truth
no one would really care,
so I'll just keep reapiting in my head:
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay.
Until I believe it myself.
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Excerpts From My Brain
RandomPalabras jamás dichas, sueños robados, recuerdos que aún duelen y fantasías de mi mente que no serán vistas por nadie pero son publicadas para sacarme el dolor del pecho.
