I want to know the feeling of happiness so extremely that,
I’d allow you to grind my bones into liquid, just so you could pour them back into my body, and see if I could stand.
I want to feel the cramp of a smile in the center of my checks so beyond belief,
That I’d allow you to suffocate my voice, even drown me, until I sleep.
You could even skin me alive while I stare into your eyes, all under the promise of happiness.
I’d do anything, to feel joy.
I’d do anything, to feel alive.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 10:53 PM UTC
I want to know the feeling of happiness so extremely that,
I’d allow you to grind my bones into liquid, just so you could pour them back into my body, and see if I could stand.
I want to feel the cramp of a smile in the center of my checks so beyond belief,
That I’d allow you to suffocate my voice, even drown me, until I sleep.
You could even skin me alive while I stare into your eyes, all under the promise of happiness.
I’d do anything, to feel joy.
I’d do anything, to feel alive.
