I have a lot to say but nothing on my mind
the words are stuck and i just cannot find
the way to think
I feel silly saying nothing
I feel angry writing meaningless words
but I'm trying to make sense of my world and not understanding how to write it
for i feel selfish with no gratitude
and i feel honoured with no respect
and i feel beautiful with no boundaires
and i feel high without having been low
and i feel sweet without having tasted bitter
i promised myself april would be different
and already its still the same
i feel like im a copy of all my mistakes put together
and nothing original has ever been let come out
its either april is my saviour
or my murderer
...............
the words are stuck and i just cannot find
the way to think
I feel silly saying nothing
I feel angry writing meaningless words
but I'm trying to make sense of my world and not understanding how to write it
for i feel selfish with no gratitude
and i feel honoured with no respect
and i feel beautiful with no boundaires
and i feel high without having been low
and i feel sweet without having tasted bitter
i promised myself april would be different
and already its still the same
i feel like im a copy of all my mistakes put together
and nothing original has ever been let come out
its either april is my saviour
or my murderer
...............
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