|experimenting with my most hated mediums had a nice result|
HahaYeah, go ahead and laugh,Haha by ~PassionA
It's too late to make me giggle, at myself.
I'm just not interesting to people,
Not even a little.
You may think that all the humor
Is like reverse psychology,
Forcing me to swallow
All my flaws and insecurities
And hopefully make a change for the better,
But unfortunately it only makes my face even wetter
From all the tears shed because my heart is so fucking tender,
Wondering if the pain is going to last forever.
Well, too many years of this doesn't make the heart stronger,
It only allows the heart to withstand the pain for even longer.
But with the constant suppression and repression,
Takes away my happiness and replaces it with depression.
It's not normal,
Not being able to feel
Because emotions are like,
The only thing that makes us real.
I just take your criticisms
Like the Sun that shines on me
Because your heat, your hatred
Is the only thing that makes me seen.
And it's a terrible existence
When your words are like hands,
Ready to grab at my throat