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Saturday, June 2, 2012

Over half the time, I don't even know what I've done wrong. I know I'm not perfect and I'm trying so hard to become stronger and make myself better person, but please stop criticizing and threatening me with everything I do.
I have dirt on my knees and I stumble a lot, but I'm not asking for much, when all I want is for someone to actually care about me. That would make a lot of difference. I want people to notice me.
I live in a perfect state of misery to where I don't even know what happiness is anymore.
I've tried so hard to try and find my state of bliss, but I've lost it somewhere between my mind and society.

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