I want cry and I dont know why.
I also don't want to cry
I also want to paint but I don't know what to paint.
I also want to draw but,
I don't know what to draw.
My minds a little foggy, I don't know what I'm thinking.
Am I sad?
If I am, why?
There's nothing to be sad about
So why am I sad
Why do I always think like this
I'm sad for a reason so why do I tell myself there isn't one
Cuz I don't know the reason
I think
I don't know
I'm thinking too much
Goodbye.
04/13/2020
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Fuck You, Nicely
PoesíaOne finding themselves, ups and downs; streams of melancholy and yearning of the heart. Contains time stamps of a life that seem to fade too fast and rants through life lessons I often forget. There might be some triggers with eating and just mental...
