Fuck Feelings
I'm so tired,
Of feeling things that I don't want to,
Of faking feelings that I don’t have,
Of pretending I have it together
Of hiding how I feel on the inside, So I can be someone else’s idea of me,
I’m tired of trying to be perfect. It hurts to hold it in,
But it hurts more to express then,
I wish that I could not feel
Then nothing could hurt, And there would be nothing to fake.