i looked in the mirror and cried,
"are you okay"
no as i cried harder to myself,
i can't do anything right, all i do
if fuck everything up,
i'm sick of thinking thing's are getting better,
then going back downhill,
i'm sick of being told i'm loved and making
me think i am lovable,
you never loved me the way i needed you to.
~ sharna
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Puisiwith day to day things saying how you feel is hard but writing them down is easier
