Hello!

Hello! I have an almost pathological need to be liked I don’t know Why Every romance I’ve had ended tragically Lifes fucked man, I come by sadness casually I don’t even know who I am when the day ends I get mad and I go on the defense I don’t even know what’s going on in my head Fix it with a bullet now I’m on the floor dead Couldn’t even understand, couldn’t even reason why Can’t even cope with the fact that I’m gonna die And to be fair I have so many questions So many problems, awkward erections Weird celebrations, sincere elation, Sometimes I find it so hard to stay patient Because I just don’t know how to live How do I speak, how do I forgive? How do I deal with it when I get sad? Why can’t I control myself when I’m mad?? How do I act so that people will like me? What do I do when someone wants to fight me? How do I get that girl to stay? Am I not enough- what the f*ck? Stay away But it’s not like I care! Look at me I’m just fine I just use humor to bandage my pride Mask all my problems and pretend I’m good I can’t take it off now, I wish that I could Cuz now I can’t love with genuine connection I feel so distant, but I crave affection Yet at the same time I’m scared to commit I can’t deal with all this psychic shit But if I can explain why I feel bad Maybe I won’t be alone- Maybe I’ll throw in some jokes for laugh Maybe I’ll make that my home