Mondays are the days
That I realise
That I no longer want
To be around
I no longer want to live
Mainly because I know
That I will never be:
- thin enough
- pretty enough
- funny enough
- smart enough
- good enough
I will never be enough
By December I will
Want to die so badly
And every year it'll get worse
And worse and worse and
I am so tired
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Heartbroken, Heartbreaker
Poesía-Possible Triggers, Be Warned- These are my thoughts, my feelings, this is my life, and I'm going to let you see it. Lyric snippets I've written myself, words I wrote to him, tumblr posts, lyrics that spoke to me... It's all here. All Rights Reserve...
