I'm not perfect. I have more flaws than the human mind could ever imagine. I don't have friends . I'm lazy. I speak my mind and I forget things. I don't have a high self esteem. I guess you could just say I'm Insecure
Am i alive or am I dead? my greatest regrets repeating in my head. feeling so empty and cold, like a puddle of my own blood forming the sillihoutte of a mold. Wondering If I'll ever be missed. trapped in my own darkness. Lost to the lucidity of my mind. the depression a war in time. Counting down the days of my life line. Lost in all these silly rhymes. Trying to live. but no longer breathing. lost all hope. lost all meaning. confused with what is real, saying grace at my last meal. counting down the seconds to death Watching In hell as they put me to rest. Just a poem honestly. i don't want faves >,<
If I don't cry don't think i don't have emotions. learn that as other people cry over boys && heartbreaks I've cried over what they won't have to feel in a lifetime I've built my skin strong enough to know what real emotions are.
I want a hug But not just a normal hug. No. I want one of those pick-me-up-off-my-feet-squeeze- me-tight-spin-me-around-hurts-my- tummy-but-still-makes-me-smile- leaves-me-breathless-giving- me-butterflies-makes-me-giggle-stupidly kind of hugs. nmq. nmf <3