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.
Tonight my Mind wishes me ill will.
My Thoughts wish to poison me.
And my Heart wishes to drown me.
And my dear Sorrow begs to consume me.
Dare I Run?