𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢

𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍

the smile i wear is plastered 

the jokes i tell are halfhearted 

my laughs are forced 

i cry myself to sleep 

stress is a mountain i can't get over 

help 

no one seems to need me 

no, this isn't suicidal 

this is what i think, everyday 

but i know life isn't fair 

and neither is living

to have happiness, you need sadness

i don't need anybody 

i need the person i've created in my mind 

the one who can fix me 

then i remember 

no one is broken.