Why do I keep on pretending that I understand my feelings when in fact I don't actually understand them?
Why do I keep on explaining myself to others and yet I am unable to explain it to myself?
How else do I keep my head normal with all these grumblings and crumblings— thunderlings— inside?
Should I be bothered?
Pretending to be all happy and low key crying.
Should I be bothered?
Living the life that everyone wants and yet here I am wishing that my life do not exist.
Should I be bothered?
While sitting here, thinking all the things that I should not be thinking.
I am in chaos. I am in vain.
Please someone help me get these pain away.
I don't really want them!
They just getting me into mayhem!
Help! Help!
In this dark and lonely place, I couldn't escape!
Give me rope—hope—rope!
More hope—rope!
-AM_BYY
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