these thoughts
of never being good enough,
of constant let down,
of being unlovable,
are slowly but
surely
killing
me

you may be over there
and i may be over here
but at least we are under the same sky, sun, moon, and stars
& that may be all i can get

oh how i wish
i could be like the other girls
focused on happiness, carefree
but i am not
i am me,
and that is the
exact
problem

the worst thing
that i've done to myself
is believe that someone
could actually care
about
**me

when you are sad,
you start to notice the little things people do.
like, pulling their sleeve down to hide all skin,
look down when walking; not up.
that's the thing,
you take notice to things that you also know
& you understand.
maybe you've noticed before, but not the reason why.
because when you are sad,
you see so much more.