it's been two months since I've last written. I don't feel it anymore. it doesn't hurt anymore. Not because I'm over it. I don't feel anything anymore. My smile is real but can't you see it's gone within the minute. My laugh is louder, but can't you hear it turn into a cry? I gave up on ever being good enough for anyone. I have so many people tell me that so many people want me so why can't I see it. Why can't I see what they see. I think I'd be okay if I saw the girl my best friend describes. But then again, I've given up on loving myself ever again too. No love lost, no love found.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
it's been two months since I've last written. I don't feel it anymore. it doesn't hurt anymore. Not because I'm over it. I don't feel anything anymore. My smile is real but can't you see it's gone within the minute. My laugh is louder, but can't you hear it turn into a cry? I gave up on ever being good enough for anyone. I have so many people tell me that so many people want me so why can't I see it. Why can't I see what they see. I think I'd be okay if I saw the girl my best friend describes. But then again, I've given up on loving myself ever again too. No love lost, no love found.
