unhappy

guess i'm good at hiding it too well it must've been, they couldn't seem to care stoop so low, but i'm still standing here since my life is everything but fair in my bed, i'm slowly loosing it closed the drapes, the sunlight hurts my shit asked me once, "I wouldn't tell a soul" please get out, and close my fucking door scrolled for hours, let it rot my brain looked at girls, who made them look like saints? ate alone, i couldn't stand their stares god my life is everything but fair