What´s the point in me being here, when nothing goes the way I have planned. That´s the line I wake up to every morning, it follows me through the day and it´s the last thing I think before I fall asleep at night. I just wish I could be happy. I smile because it is expected of me to smile, inside I cry. I cry because of many things but mostly because no one ever seems to love me. I just seem to be this person that is incapable of being loved...
so I wonder why I even try.
I crawl into fetal position
not because it makes me feel safe
it´s the only position that can make me little, tiny
I wish I was thin and beautiful
then maybe you would want me
all I want is for you to tell me you have changed your mind
you´ll take me back
that I am worth it
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