I don’t think you really feel it
Until it physically pains you in your chest
you feel like you can’t breathe
Yet you’re breathing
All the thoughts running through your mind
you wish to erase it
But You know You have to face It
Face That Fact Your smile is crooked
Your personality isn’t the greatest
You won’t fit in everything.
You play your sad songs
As your tears go on
Hoping you can still fake it,
Yet Your already broken
But people mistake it.
And you may not be able to fit in everything
But maybe one day you’ll be suitable for something.
Because everyone is suitable for something right?
