Poems from a liar

Poems from a liar (Ending)

I always asked who am I.

Tired to be something im not.

groomed my self into the in perfect girl i never wanted to be.

I'm more fucked up then a year ago.

I thought that guys would fix it.

I hit so hard to the ground i thought drugs..

Hid my scars from the world and broadcasted it to the empty room i know sit it.

what makes you?

Hoping for a fairy tale ending.

Being like Bella and just waiting for Edward?

The slow sound of the paino keys , gently kiss my broke soul.

Who would I be?

Looking in the mirror and picuting some else.

To amgining the guy of my dreams holding me so close.

To hear his heart beat as he makes mine race.

As I slowly calm down.

What do we llive for?

Was I preety before?

Wishing for a father who was never their from the begin.

Thinking it was me.

I. AM. Beautiful.

Not. LIstening.

As i reach for the sun and jump for the sky.

I used to  ask my self why me?

Well, good question.

I. Was. MADE.

I wont be sad for not being someone elses fantasy.

I. AM. Me.

And if you can't live and love it.

Then why are you still trying?

I love me.

SO LOVE ME BACK!

love you self

For what you really are....