just a random Sayori poem
Stressed out
is all I can be
I smile in decay
but they don't know me
Fowling, grunting
Can this rain cloud just
ǧ̸̡̧͖̩̪͜e̴̡̡̗̱̽̈́͋̌̈́̈́̄͊t̴͔͎̠̄̚ ̴͇̩̲̬͍̠̉̀́̆͠o̶̩͠u̴̦̎t̷̢̝̖̰̗̱̼̦̉͊̚ ̸̝̹̗̮͈̙͕̦̐̀̌̉͐̽ǫ̸̧̢̗̲͕̣̤̌͆̅̈̄͜f̶̨̛̫̻͍̗͍̈͒̑͜ ̸̢̢̫̩̳͍̤̺̄̓͋́̕͜m̷̯̫̪͋̒͐̇̃̈́͌̽̎y̷͓̩͋͂̋̎̆̈́͒̍̀ ̶͇̈́̋͋́̕ȟ̸̨̘̗̟̗͎̦̺̓̒͊̚̚ͅe̴͚̼̔̊̈́̋̅́̀͜͝à̸̫͔̙̄͑͛̀͛̚f̵̩̝̺̲̬̹̙̱͚̄̎̎̑̋̀͊͝
Or not.
Wishing I was hanging
from the ceiling, roof, just dangling
I don't think they even love me
Let me be, Jesus for that freak
And that freak is me.
I love him
I want him
but something
stops me
Something
that's sad
that I want to end
that I want to...
h̴͓̔a̴̫̓n̷͍̕g̴̰̃ ̶̲̃ạ̴̇g̸̫͐á̸̮i̵̹͆n̶̦̎