Impressed.

Everybody wants to be the best

They want to be fresh to the death

Even if they’re depressed

I hate my body

I hate food

It’s my worst enemy

Second to school

Don’t you want to be happy

To be seen as enough

Bury your feelings

It’s worthless junk

All you need is luck

To get you through

Or maybe some GOD

I don’t know

But those feelings won’t do

I want to be happy

At my best

Well dressed

With a lover by my side

I’m here to impress

I just want to be happy

Even if it means

Pretending to be peachy

When my mind is begging your

To kill me

~a sleepy ghost~

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Author: Liv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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