I love you
but no i hate you
cuz i am you, your confusing
but maybe we could add some more color?
i don't know maybe some more um yellow?
it seems that it'll be a cause of distraction
from all the blackness you've tried to cover up with
happiness but that happiness is fake all just a form of your
imagination but of course the world is mine right?
why can't i have the one thing i want the most?

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 '𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎' 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.
𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, c⃨𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.
. .   . 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾.....
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍
𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜
𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍
𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔
𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙
𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚊 "𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙" 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝗍𝗈𝗈
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽.........

𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝗂 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘𝚍
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖
𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙
𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝙸 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝗇𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎
𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝗁. 𝖮𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.

𝙼𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝗌 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

𝙼𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙
𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉.
𝖬𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 (#𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈𝖿𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌)
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜.

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#mystory

It's like water rushing over me,
Trying to drown me,
It's an impossible feeling,
Release me,
This cool feeling has got me reeling,
Sinking towards the bottom where I can't even scream.

It's the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.

I wrote fantasies and I wrote about sleep
I wrote about demons and
how they danced around a fire in my dreams
I wrote about skeletons in my closet that suffocated me
I wrote about monsters that I rolled around with
In my sheets and when “I love you”
Used to sound sweet
I wrote until my brain stopped flooding and my fingertips began to bleed

Poetry
       i wrote until it
              Finally
          Became easier to
Breathe
m.d

I didn't want to,
disappoint you.

So I tried to,
reassure you.

But I can't make a reflection
feel emotions

whenever life gets a little tight
with all the rounds that i fight
i just look up into the night
and keep waiting for the light

i tried writing something bright
but it just didn’t feel that right
the darkness decides what I write
but don’t worry, it’ll be alright

i look up at the moon
wondering if you're seeing the same
or if you're seeing the sun
but one day
we will see the same
one day
we will be under the same roof
in the same bed
as lovers
who use to see different