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Everytime i see her i say to myself "if i try hard enough, i could at least be half the girl she is" but i try i try and i try i try harder and harder but no matter how hard i try, i can never be her i know the saying "we were not made to please everyone" but why do i feel like that is my life's obligation why do i feel like this whirlpool of emotions always pulls me down round and round spiraling down, pulling me as i grasp for air i try to breathe, but i intake and suffocate from all the pain and all the sufferings i've been enduring i've taken in too much i can't do this anymore i need relief i need pain beautiful pain and that, i have found with just a single, simple blade but you know what maybe i should just give up i know i wouldnt make anyone happy whats the point in living a useless life if you cant even make one person glad for theirs i know what you think of me i know im not worth it i know all those smiles those comforting messages those uplifting jokes i know all those were not because you loved me but because you feel obligated to make me feel that i matter im not stupid im not blind but maybe i've been tolerating too much
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC
Piercing Insecurities
Everytime i see her i say to myself "if i try hard enough, i could at least be half the girl she is" but i try i try and i try i try harder and harder but no matter how hard i try, i can never be her i know the saying "we were not made to please everyone" but why do i feel like that is my life's obligation why do i feel like this whirlpool of emotions always pulls me down round and round spiraling down, pulling me as i grasp for air i try to breathe, but i intake and suffocate from all the pain and all the sufferings i've been enduring i've taken in too much i can't do this anymore i need relief i need pain beautiful pain and that, i have found with just a single, simple blade but you know what maybe i should just give up i know i wouldnt make anyone happy whats the point in living a useless life if you cant even make one person glad for theirs i know what you think of me i know im not worth it i know all those smiles those comforting messages those uplifting jokes i know all those were not because you loved me but because you feel obligated to make me feel that i matter im not stupid im not blind but maybe i've been tolerating too much
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC
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