That girl,
She sits alone.
She reads,
And writes.
She loves,
But does not get loved back.
She tries,
But fails.
She wishes,
But does not get it.
She wants to fit in,
But she feels awkward.
She hides inside herself.
She wants to be alone.
She's used to being alone.
You could've had her.
You could've changed her.
You could've loved her.
But you didn't,
Because she wasn't "pretty enough" or
"Cool enough"
That girl is me.
I want to die.
I want to kill my self.
But you just think I'm weird because of that.
Why don't you love me?
Am I that intolerable?
Am I that bad!?
