Another day in paradise, they say
as the sun scorches hope off my back
and the clock laughs its slow, cruel laugh.
I'm supposed to be grateful.
Supposed to smile at the mess,
at the noise,
at the weight of pretending this is fine.

But I hate it here.
The way the air feels like a lie,
how the walls close in
even when I’m outside.
The way silence rings louder than traffic,
and company feels lonelier than being alone.

They dress it up with palm trees and promises,
but the ground still cracks beneath my feet.
And no matter how bright the sky looks,
I still wake up tired
still sleep with my fists clenched.

Another day in paradise, huh?
Then why does it feel like hell
with a better view?

Oh baby.
You say words, words you don't understand.
"Why can't you just be happy!" "Just let me be free!"
You say in a silly voice.
If only you knew what reality was like.
That there's rarely rainbows, even on rainy days.
That the sun isn't always shining, and instead is hiding.
That there aren't unicorns flying up and around.
That not everyone is kind.
Oh to be a kid again.

Is anybody out there?
Is anybody listening?
The words from my mouth are silent,
But my tears scream your name.

No one takes notice
Of the pain that I display.
How did I get here
To this dark and lonely place?

I wish someone would pierce the veil.
I wish someone could lead me through.
I want someone to take my hand
And for once see what I'm going through.

I wish someone would find me here
And save me from the pain
I want it to be over soon.
I don't want to stay.

Empty souls around me carry on with their day.
They don't seem to notice the mask that's plastered on my face.
Ignorance is bliss to them, and they turn a blind eye.
Little do they know or care if I make it through the night.

The haunting sounds inside my head keep me from my dreams.
Two conflicting voices make a coward out of me.
Finally someone notices and pulls me into sight.
They cry fake tears regretfully and they tell me to fight.
I tell them I'm done with these silly thoughts and that I'm here to stay.
I tell them not to worry, tomorrow is a new day.

They think my fight is over,
That I've made it out all right.
Little do they know,
The same thoughts still haunt me at night.

stheyre goingto find me
thosefeelingsi tried to leavebehing but theyy sswoulndt leave me.

theywalk beside me in thesunlgith sheileding their eyes
and in the darktheysmile stroking my hair

sayingyou;re n o t e n o u g h enunciating eachwordhisssssing
whispers

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too much at the same timg like please picka ******* feeling

shes an oldfriend thistype oflonliness
i know her well
.

"Paper"

Some throw paper everywhere,
Crumpled, torn, without a care.
But there’s a paper dressed in green,
Guarded like a royal queen.

One is trash, ripped with no regret,
The other — priceless, a power set.
Yet both are paper, thin and small,
Why does one rise while one must fall?

It’s just like us, the human race,
Some are ignored, some held in grace.
If you hold the PAPER, you wear a crown,
But without it, they’ll drag you down.

You could have dreams, a heart that’s true,
But no one sees the soul in you.
Because in this world, cruel and cold,
Worth is measured not by heart — but gold.

And so the earth weeps in despair,
As people **** what once was fair.
For PAPER, they destroy the tree,
And silence voices that should be free.

We’re losing love, we’re losing air,
For a piece of paper — do we care?
Society trades life for gain,
Leaving behind a trail of pain.

But maybe, just maybe, a voice can rise,
To speak the truth, to open eyes.
To show that worth is more than pay,
And help this broken world find its way

"What would people think?"
"Nothing."
"Do you care or even think about them?
Do you have anything to blame?"
"They have their own jobs to do,
Just like you."

"Judging you from different frames,
'They' is just part of your brain."