They expect me to smile..
Like its okay...
They expect me to laugh...like its funny..

They pretend to love...
While i know am hated...

Am progressing....
Receiving lord's blessing...

This is the truth...
You better do your confessions...

Unhappy...i said
Am in pain...
thats sad...😔
No one cares about me...
In reality....
I fade....no one notice me.....💔
Maybe am not attractive...
They say looks don't matter...

I don't matter...
To them...🌹
My light place turn dark...
I feel lonely...
And unhappy....
If i had a wish....
I will make it to death...
So i can be free...
In my prison...
I call myself...

I heard of freedom..
But i don't know any...😔

I heard of anxiety and depression...
I have those
are many...🌹

Its okay hate me...
I struggle loving myself..
I too...😔
Unhappy am...
Your eye sees it too.

-kay⚰️⚱️