Lately I can't even describe my pain. I can't talk about my problems because I don't know how to explain it. It hurts knowing me faking happiness makes other people happy. It also hurts knowing that people get mad when I'm sincerely happy. I'm sorry for wanting to be happy I'm sorry for being exhausted I'm sorry for wanting help I know, I get it I learned my lesson, I know I don't deserve it so I'm really sorry for craving safety. I just can't help it I'm tired I can't bear it anymore.
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«𝑺𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆»
PoetryH̸o̸n̸e̸s̸t̸l̸y̸ I̸ d̸o̸n̸'t̸ e̸v̸e̸n̸ k̸n̸o̸w̸ a̸n̸y̸m̸o̸r̸e̸ m̸a̸n̸ Ranking 《#3 hatemyself》 《#10 lovemyself》 《#11 tired》
