poems from a lonely girl

why?

why is it not getting better?
why am i still sad all the fucking time?
nothing i do to myself helps
its funny because i always think it can't get worse
but that's never been true has it

why do i have to pretend?
it's almost comical actually
an automatic, unconscious action
the way i smile & laugh
try to feign happiness and interest
whatever it is that someone speaks to me about

a/n:
wow three uploads a week? yeah lmao things are getting bad again but there's no need to worry (as of now) im still in control🤩