Sleep Escapes the Wicked.
I want to be special,
I want to be adventurous
I want to be that girl you see in the magazine
I want to be that person who’s Instagram you’ve seen
I want to make myself special enough for you
I want to make myself worthy
But you can’t turn trash into a diamond.
Is there ever a happy ending?
Does life ever work out the way we intend it to?
What is the point?
Let it cease,
And let us be at peace.
When you try your best,
But you know,
You’ll never succeed.
Leave Mars alone.
All it ever wanted was some blood and some flames.