I just don't understand why things have to be so hard. Why we have to kill ourselves over the things we want? Things we need. Why do we struggle to be accepted, to be loved?
Let's stop lying, fooling ourselves that we're worthy of love. Stop trying, stop our pitiable attempts to walk into the light that doesn't exist. Why don't we simply live in our cupboards or flick our bubblegum pink hair over our shoulders like we really don't care? Because at the end of the day when we drag our wretched and weary souls to a tepid rest, we don't smile in the light of our achievements, but wallow in unexplainable repentance.

she knows the voices in her mind
they tell her to leave
she's tired of smiling madly
until silence becomes very silently
a noise in her mind
after all she has nothing inside
no good to give no meaning to live
the mist engulfed tonight
every single star

after all they shared
how could he simply say no
after all they shared
he turned away from her to go
she said she wouldn't cry
that was really just a lie
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