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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