This is all that I love and all that I created. I hope you like it.
I want to crawl into a dark hole and wither away,
feel my skin deteriorate and my bones turn to dust.
The question of enough cuts into my mind and
pulls the darkness away from the light, enveloping me
with it’s cold breath. And there’s nothing left to breathe
but the sense of hoplessness and an empty eternity.
I love being called pretty, but i’ll never believe it.
I’m not always right, but hate admitting i’m wrong.
I’m almost always smiling, but it’s not always real.
I can be read like an open book, but hide so much.
I work hard at things, but don’t always get what I deserve.
I’m just a girl.