Lost Words ✒

82. Imperfect

A reality check,

that's what I need.

To know I'm not the

person I want to be.

To know I'm not the

person people like.

So many fucking flaws,

so much fucking sadness.

The heart, so weak that it

breaks with just a single touch.

The tears, so heavy that it

drops with just a blink of an eye.

I'm so tired,

so so so fucking tired.

I want to change to be

a better person,

a better soul,

someone that's not so fake,

not so miserable,

not so hurt,

not so broken,

but would people even

think I'm doing enough?

No, they won't.

What's the point anymore?

Look at the pain luring me over,

won't it make me feel much better?

I'm done trying for people

who won't try for me.

I'm not someone who you can

control whatever I do in life.

You don't deserve me and I would

gladly get the fuck out of your life.

Good-fucking-bye.