I feel like I'm no-one.
like everyone secretly hates me, as if I have nobody left
because i screw up all the damn time and if you looked at the
definition of imperfect, it {would be me}
my father left me, because I'm the worst daughter ever.
I tried to be perfect for him, but it would just never work.
sometimes I just have a total break down, where I just sit
down and cry. I hate every little detail about myself.
I would change myself for anything, if only I had the chance.
and honestly, I feel like no-one would care if I died;
sometimes i want to die. But I'm scared.
because life is going ever so fast, and im not really living it
I'm breathing, but it doesn't mean I'm alive.
but I am strong. I will prove all those who told me to die
wrong, because I know that I deserve to be happy..
I know that, yet it takes so much just to stay strong.