Crying is not something I can do
Even though, there is a hidden pain
My heart will not accept it,
Because my brain can't comprehend it.
I pride myself on this
If I don't feel sad,
I won't feel pathetic
Is that right?
I laugh,
pretending I'm insane
Love is supposed to be natural
But loving is not something I can do
My heart won't accept it,
because my brain can't comprehend it.
I must be lonely,
but that's not fair
I hate people
Because they laugh and cry
It's nothing but boredom,
I want a colorful noose
around my grey neck,
and to hear a lovely snap,
to break my rusted bones.
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
Crying is not something I can do
Even though, there is a hidden pain
My heart will not accept it,
Because my brain can't comprehend it.
I pride myself on this
If I don't feel sad,
I won't feel pathetic
Is that right?
I laugh,
pretending I'm insane
Love is supposed to be natural
But loving is not something I can do
My heart won't accept it,
because my brain can't comprehend it.
I must be lonely,
but that's not fair
I hate people
Because they laugh and cry
It's nothing but boredom,
I want a colorful noose
around my grey neck,
and to hear a lovely snap,
to break my rusted bones.
