I like to make myself noticed, I like to make people worry
It's the only way I feel like people C A R E,
It's the closest thing to where I feel truly L O V E D
I like to lose my mind, lose my senses, lose control,
because then people S E E me
I like to against my mother's wishes,
do things she'd have a fit about
It hurts to realize that I'm invisible,
so I try my hardest to stand out,
and G L O W
but that's never enough
nothing is ever enough...
everything is only temporary,
I asked her
"Why do I feel this way?"
"Why do I need to be approved of?"
"Why is it that love feels so fake?"
"Why is love so overused?"
"We tell our friends 'I love you' every day but we don't actually mean it"
I remember she had no answers,
her face looked the same as the wall behind her:
B L A N K
maybe it's just temporary,
but it feels permanent
I'm crying for help
pleading for answers,
but no one has any...
I'm not satisfied
