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Sophie Jul 2018
I wish i could stop worrying about what people thought of me
Will they like my dress?
Will they like my posts?
Will they think i'm too needy?
Will they think i'm too proud?
Will they think i'm too blunt?
Will they think my skirt is too short?
Will they think my skirt is too long?
Will they like my new car?
Will they like my boyfriend?
Will they think i'm too slim?
Will they think i eat too much?
Will they think i make a lot of money?
Will they think i'm too poor?
Will they think i deserve this?
Will they like me now that i'm abroad?
I unconsciously ask myself these questions..
I unconsciously create a life that others will like
I lock myself away
Who cares what i think?
Let's live to please others shall we!
Samm Marie Jul 2016
I simply couldn't be
Even if I wanted to
You don't understand
How it hurts to be near you

Do you even know
Who I want to be
I can't understand
How it is you're so naïve

Your touch
Doesn't create a spark
Your words
Thrown haphazardly
In the dark
I simply couldn't be yours
Even if I wanted to
Because this should hurt to say
And I feel no pain
I don't love you anymore

I simply couldn't be
Even if you begged me
I wish I could explain
Why I no longer feel the same

I simply couldn't be
Despite how much I should
Want to be with you
Every step for good

Your touch
Doesn't create a spark
Your words
Thrown haphazardly
In the dark
I simply couldn't be yours
Even if I wanted to
Because this should hurt to say
And I feel no pain
I don't love you anymore

I simply couldn't be
Even if I wanted to
Even if you begged me
I can hardly say sorry

Because

Your touch
Doesn't create a spark
Your words
Thrown haphazardly
In the dark
I simply couldn't be yours
Even if I wanted to
Because this should hurt to say
And I feel no pain
I don't love you anymore

I hope you can forgive me
But I don't love you anymore
https://soundcloud.com/user-314614224/i-simply-couldnt-be
princess Sep 2014
the root of my problems, does not have a root at all, its like  not string or a tail of bread crumbs I can follow back to a single moment, it isnt a suppressed thought, its a voice that convinces me my thoughts were worth suppressing me in the first place.

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