Why can't I just be good enough?
Why do I mess everything up?
Why am I so unwanted?
Why am I so impossible to really truly love?
Why do I have to be this broken mess?
Why can't I just be happy?
Why do I have to be so alone?
Why can no one see I don't mean to be like this?
Why can no one hear my cry for help?
Why does no one care about what happens to me?
Why do I hurt so much?
Why can't I fix it?
Why do assume the worst?
Why can't I open up?
Why...?
Why...?
Why...?
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Thoughts of a Quiet Girl
ŞiirThinking hurts Especially when your thoughts Are trying to kill you
