Jan 2016
What's the point in trying* when in the end I'm *hiding
Never good enough for even the people I love deeply
As they tell me all my faults and how imperfect I am
Unable to accept me no matter what even if I hold them dearly
Although I show them gratitude and do the best I can
I can never show my true self inside
Because then they'll choose to toss me aside
What's the point in trying when in the end I'm *dying
Never good enough for even the people I love deeply
As they tell me all my faults and how imperfect I am
Unable to accept me no matter what even if I hold them dearly
Although I show them gratitude and do the best I can
I can never show my true self inside
Because then they'll choose to toss me aside
What's the point in trying when in the end I'm *dying
I'm told a lot of things like body imperfections, how boring I can be, how stupid I am, how stupid stuff I like is, etc. by my own family, friends, and even love. Am I really that worthless of a person?
(United States)
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