Every night my eyes are still open wide,
I want to sleep and I'm dying inside,
People just say I'm telling them lies,
Can't you see the bags under my eyes?
My own body rejects life,
Every day it's a new stride,
But who knows how long I,
Can stay alive.
I don't want your pity,
I don't want your sad, sad smile.
I don't need the accusations,
They tell me that I'm faking,
Just like the kids next door.
Who the hell even uses eyeliner to make them look like pandas?
I'm just tired,
But who knows when I'll sleep.
A/N: Crappy writing! Fun!
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