Poetry at midnight. Again dark and depressing. Good morning.
I'm sad and I don't know why
Everytime somethings feels right I wanna cry
This feeling fucking sucks
Hopefully, I'll get over it with a bit of luck
It's a deep mystery
How a feeling might have to with ancient history
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!
Everytime I feel happy for a moment I feel like shit
Why doesn't anyone see
That this smile isn't me?
You honestly can't see that I'm hurt
Just because I hid it underneath my shirt
I guess it's too much to ask
Since you already deal with so many task
I'm not your biggest priority
I'm just a minority