Você vai continuar com a sua história

I’m not..worthy..to be loved anymore...not worthy..not worthy...im just a broken 18 year old child..just living off on her imaginative side..to keep themself happy..i just want to run..but who would help her..oh wait..i cant..because i only cause problems..i’m sorry..

Can’t have anyone know..because..they should not know..i dont care if im not noticed or invisible..i cant make friends with others because they dont see me..even though i’m trying my best

Looks like tomorrow will be a-okay..cause..i’m fixing up another facade

I will never...feel

Not at all..knowing my fate is sealed
          

Hello..i’m not okay..