Promises.
I love to swear.
Promises.
I try to keep up to.

A new year has arrived.
So,I'm on a high to make some more.

I shall not strive to be the most
prettiest
I shall try to feel good
in my own skin.

I shall not try to be known to everybody
To be famous.
I'm no fame monster but,i like to be known.

I will try not to cut myself
at times when i feel weak,
and rather
prove myself that
i can resist my wrath
and stay strong,
even when it makes me veins burst
out of anger and desperation
to bleed some more
and let go of my pains.

i shall try and not make sandcastles in the winds,
cause they fall
tumble down,
into grains of sands
and it hurts
as my dreams are grand and
hard at the same time.

I shall try not to think of you and realise you're not free
enough to miss me,
at times
when i get terrible hiccups.
i wont

I shall try and not be a ***** in front of my friends,
trying to be funny
and made fun of instead.

I think,i must try and keep my originality undercover,
b'*** this way
i wont bury it
nor reveal it.
*** with originality brings criticism.
Which a girl like me,
would break down.
Weak girls cant stand it.


I will try and be more calm and sensible as
losing either of them,
makes me a fool
in front of the world.

Promises.
I love to keep.
Promises.
I love to withhold .
Each year.
Promises.
they're hard to keep.
promises,maybe i wont be able to
keep up to them.
Really.