I used to cry at
night..
Thinking that I'll
die someday. If it'll be painful, or if I'll die in my
sleep.
Thinking that one day, the one who understands me the most
will die before I graduate high school.
Thinking of all the kids that suffer, and I'm living a
perfect life and still being a brat about not getting what I
want.
Thinking that I wasn't wanted, that I wasn't good
enough for anyone.
Thinking that I wasn't beautiful like other girls.
Thinking I shouldn't belong here.
Throught these nights, I learned..
To not take my parents for granted.
That I am beautiful; everyone is.
That everyone dies at some point, because their time if up, and
their ready to move on.
I learned all this; and I've stopped crying at night.
♥
nmf.
