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.
Do I make everything about myself?
No matter how much you want that simple answer.
No matter how simple you make the question.
No matter how easy you need things to be,
No one cares enough to go easy.
It does not matter
If I can not
When you try your best,
But you know,
You’ll never succeed.