I know I’m not beautiful. And will never be.
I cried alone. But now the tears have run out,
I have no idea what is going on.
My mind hates me.

I want to be in love,
But when I see love in stories and people,
I feel isolated.

Like I only tricked myself into believing in love,

At the time I felt so happy!
I laughed and smiled and felt good for just a little while,
But when the moment passes,
I feel like an idiot.
There’s no way to be truly in love at our age.

If only….

Something in the back of my head is yelling at me,
But I still cannot understand what it is trying to say
All it does is echo in crashing, chaotic waves.
Talk to me
Save me
Help me find what I need