What if i did it again ?
I'm sick
I'm sick i'm sick
I'm sick i'm sick i'm sick
Let's try again, i can do it, it's hard and i'm struggling but it's okay they say
That's life, i must deal with it so let's kill it, let's drown it, the one i hate with all my freaking heart, the one who makes me feel more ugly than yesterday, the one who makes me feel like a fool
We're gonna have it, i promise i'm gonna win but i don't know how, when, by myself or not, i'm just lost
Maybe i'm just a ghost
My ghost story
It's exhausting yeah
One day i'm gonna write something beautiful and i'm gonna add a sweet melody then some freaking beats and ppl gonna say wow it's a bop, or, relatable dude
And i'm gonna tell them FUCK I DID IT
But i'm not there yet, i'm not fearless yet, i've got work
Gurls/guys my mind is harsh af
It's like i'm always stick in my head with those demons, that's unfair g-g
I
DID
IT
soøn, because like they say, it's worth it, they promised
YOU ARE READING
Héautontimorouménos
Non-FictionAnge plein de gaieté, connaissez-vous l'angoisse ? L'Ennemi, mon cher ami, n'est pas toujours celui que tu hais, mais plutôt celui avec qui tu vis sans arrêt.
