i wanna dance on the sun
but it seems like i'm cutting my own legs
i wanna be happy
but it seems like happiness is a prize
and i lost the contest
i wanna be hopefull
but it seems like i rather be depressedwhy do i hate myself so much
i shut my voice
i burn my letters
i cut my wristsi wanna believe
that i'm something more than a failure
i wanna breath
but i don't plant trees
i wanna swim
but i'm drowning
i wanna die
but i wake up every morningi'm tired and i'm sad
but i guess
if
the sun's still up there waiting for me
do dance on iti'll be ok
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𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 ☆彡
Poetry❃.✮:▹ 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝟸 𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 ◃:✮.❃