3am talks between my brain and my heart.
that's the time when I think
and usually fall apart.

3am talks between my brain and my heart.
the talks usually end in me crying
and saying "everything is my fault"

3 am  is such a horrible time
that's when the suicidal thoughts come out
when I wish they would  hide.

why* cant I be like you
Dear friend,
                      If you ever read this just know that I am truly jealous.
i wish that i could write like you
your writing runs deep
it pulls on my heart
you could write about anything
and it'd still tear me apart
I wish I was as pretty as you
you are beautiful with your tan skin and curly light brown hair
while I look like I don't even care about myself
when I do
I care a little too much
I also wish that my personality was as beautiful as yours
if anyone has a heart of gold
it's you
you always talk about your imperfections while you don't have any
trust me, it's true
so please tell me
why cant i be like *you