vulnerable
   bullshits   soul  
i am empty
21:28


i bet i am happy
sometimes
like when i am with my family
throwing my head back and covering my mouth
as i shake with laughter at a joke that someone just made

but then day turns night
all the shine turns dark
and my cheeky attitude turns into an unexplainable sadness;
stucked on my soul like tattoos
and i lay in bed
thinking about all the bullshits i wish i could've said
all the sweet things that im too afraid to confess
even with only my rusty hipster mind

when its night like this i realize;
i am many shits
i am cheeky and sad
cheery and vulnerable
mischevious and always shut the fuck up all the time

but mostly,
i am just empty







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