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IDK


I don't know what I am doing

What I do know is me have no money

And oh honey how I wish I was a bunny

They could be cute and fat

Without being spat on for being that

It's not easy being the gay kid

When your life already seems to be so gray

And people just play with your emotions

As if you weren't already swayed by all the feelings bottled up inside

Funny how people think I am perfectly okay with that fake laugh I do every day

It's the same routine over and over and over again

Sometimes I feel like I am at the end of an iceberg ready to fall over anytime soon

But then I lay in bed and think about myself and my family too

I know that deep down inside it wouldn't be fair to them 

I would leave them with that burden

Of me being gone 

without ever coming back

So instead I lay in my room

And with the light of the moon I wipe away the tears

And one more time I wake up to the same blue sky

As I try so hard to keep breathing at least one more day

 

 

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