I've been writing my doubts with experiences most lonely nights. Have started over so many times. Wrinkled out my stories and tossed them to a flame.
If only I can go back to the ashes, recycling stories as if they sparked anyones interest. Should have counted my gratitudes back then, I might have been happier. Stayed awake all night counting my flaws like sheep. But burned my securities to a colder memory. Made everything sorry and tried to avoid hating out loud about me. If only I knew how to draw out the feelings I've felt. Wished I understood how everyone loves me.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 5:20 AM UTC
I've been writing my doubts with experiences most lonely nights. Have started over so many times. Wrinkled out my stories and tossed them to a flame.
If only I can go back to the ashes, recycling stories as if they sparked anyones interest. Should have counted my gratitudes back then, I might have been happier. Stayed awake all night counting my flaws like sheep. But burned my securities to a colder memory. Made everything sorry and tried to avoid hating out loud about me. If only I knew how to draw out the feelings I've felt. Wished I understood how everyone loves me.
