𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 ☆彡

i'll be ok

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 depressed

why do i hate myself so much

i shut my voice
i burn my letters
i cut my wrists

i 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 morning

i'm tired and i'm sad

but i guess
if
the sun's still up there waiting for me
do dance on it

i'll be ok