Love Hurts

#14

The thing about me is...

I don't know how to say hello so I fake a wrong conversation messages to get the conversation going.

I'm too awkward to talk correctly so I remain silent instead of hopelessly stumbling over words.

I hate myself but I don't want people to see me as some sort of suicidal freak so I hide.

I cry myself to sleep at night not only because I hate me, but because others hate me too.

I fall too hard and love too much to ever be completely successful.

I have a tender heart that needs me to pretend to be tough in order to keep beating.

I usually hope for the best but I've never come out on top so I started to hope for the worst because it will be better than what I have.

So who could ever love me?