how unlucky
Some people's cells are made of life
but they're not blessed to live
And some of us,
are forced to talk and smile
and shine and walk
and appear
-I want to disappear-
and dance and pretend
and again
and again
and-
All we want to do is fly
or die
It's pretty much the same thing
How unfair
existing is tiring
Written on Ocrober 22, 2019