ocean thoughts

little demons

I have always been like this
I was never the definition of enough
Im always a little sadder, a ball of sunshine with a cracked soul
I often drown myself with my ocean thoughts
I scream inside, you probably wont hear it
but its loud, its defeaning
I wonder how I stayed sad, I wonder how i find comfort in sadness, somehow.

you know whats funny? sad people dont trust good events
they tend to suspect minute attributes

| is this true?
| am I dreaming?
| do this have something bad in return?

you cant blame them. you cant blame us
we accept defeat in every matter
we rarely believe in good things
and we forget what we deserve

just like everyone
i dreamed of myself free
for I am caged like a bird with my own thoughts

I dreamed of myself carelessly giving away laughters
and ray of sunshine

but I guess just like anyones dream

we wake up and deal with our demons again

-Arcane