life used to taste like sugar
now it’s just
something i chew to get by.
I smile like it’s scripted,
pause like there’s a laugh track,
but no one's laughing.
sometimes I look in the mirror
and wonder
if this is the real scene
or just a deleted one.
everyone’s moving,
and I’m stuck
editing myself
for a world that never hits “save.”
am I healing
or just hiding better?
I guess life isn’t a villain,
just a really bad friend.
but i keep texting it anyway.
Inspired by the Eternal Sunshine Album by Ariana Grande