Everyone
asks me “are you okay”
What do I say…
I just want to die
I don't understand life
And I know that I'm dumb for saying
that...
but no one loves me
I know that I might be someone someday but..
until that day
I'm just trash...
and I'll never be more than
that I understand that I **** up a lot
but that's part of life
I wish
I could be perfect so...
I could be the daughter that you wanted
But...
I don't think that's possible
all you can do is wish