The dreary bright colours of day
The pretending to be okay
It's breaking me and I don't know
I don't know how long I can go
Switching from fear to misery
Maybe things are worse a mystery
But how could I possibly explain?
This overwhelming invisible pain?
They'd call me dramatic
It's true, I'm problematic
But this sure hurts more
Than they ever swore
Telling me to love myself
Is like telling that to yourself
It's just pointless to tell me to
It's impossible to just not feel blue
You know when you're just done?
I have reasons to be happy but none
None can save me from all this
When there's always new people to miss
You can't just do that
No please, not to me, don't do that
Not again, not again, not again
It's really only a matter of when
How it hurt when you left, oh
My heart's not something to borrow
Maybe it is, I can hardly tell
So don't tell me now you hope I'm well.
I'm really doing nothing with my life
It's so hard to live but I won't grab the knife
Because I don't want to die
I just really want to not need to lie
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Author:
Delphie Zhang (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2026 04:53
- Category: Sad
- Views: 4
- In collections: Mental Health.
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Comments1
There is a feeling of external pressure being resisted in this write. Well worded
Thank you Soren 🙂
You are most welcome
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