I want to cry,
And maybe even die.
You notice nothing that I do for you,
And I so wish I hadn't even tried.
I am numb all over again
And again
And again
And again
Because of you.
I'm not good enough for you.
You don't love me,
You only pretend.
I'm not good enough for you.
You say you treat me this way for my own good,
But it doesn't really help me at all.
I'm not good enough for you.
I'll never be good enough for you...
Fuck you and your too-high standards.
YOU ARE READING
Constellations Of The Mind
PoetryThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.