White Lights

It’s been getting hard lately.
My neck aches a lot,
Burns, even.
I can fake it,
Real good.
But this floor is getting lower,
And lower.

People are scared of sad,
And I’m sad.
They don’t like not happy,
“What’s wrong with him?
Why is he not happy?
I’m Happy.”

:/

I wish it was okay to be sad,
I think I’d feel better.
Being happy,
Is a lot of pressure,
And I don’t have much help,
Any really.

I’m fucked up,
And sad
But maybe,
With the help of these words,
I can turn fucked up
Into divinity.


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