Sometimes we wonder why the people in out life's stick around.
We think we are such terrible people no one should love us.
You wonder how people find you beautiful when you can't even stand to to look in the mirror.
You spend time boosting others self esteems because you can't boost your own.
You see the beauty in everyone else but you can't find an ounce of it in yourself.
Always looking to make your presence known,
so you're not forgotten about. You look for the good in all the bad.
You look for a reason to live,  
only to find more reasons to die, 
isn't that sad?
This world is so ******* up.
They say people who act less happy are just being deprressed.
Maybe everyone else needs to take of the rose tinted glasses that make everything seem so perfect.
This world is all about money, 
***, 
drugs, 
technology, 
unreasonable body images for everyone to try to become.
No one is noticing the world falling apart.
You stick to yourself trying to make sure no one notices you falling to pieces.
Telling everyone you're OK,
putting on your mask and walking away.
Life just gets harder each and every day.
You latch on to what is left,
the tiny ounce that tells you to get up,  get dressed.
It's not that you're afraid to die, 
afraid of death.
you're afraid of how it will affext others around you.
You think of everyone else instead of yourself.
Everyone's happiness comes before yours.
You're tired all the time and no one seems to notice.
They don't notice your tears, 
how much you try, 
the smile you fake, 
or the battles you face.
They notice your flaws,
your mistakes, 
anything that will make you look down on yourself.
No one cared to help you learn perfection in your imperfections.
No bodies perfect and everyone has  a dark kind of beauty inside them.