That moment when you fuck up..and you feel you deserve to have bad things happen to you.. Even if you have to be the one to do the bad things..
I don’t know who I will be when I wake up. I wear so many mask to hide this face, these scars, this pain
Wish I was the one that can take your pain away..even if it means it hurting me…but maybe I’m the problem..
Cries for help are now just a waste of breath…but then again they always were..
Wish I was good enough…
Who am I…
I feel I’m not me. Like ice been wearing a costume my whole life. Like I’ve been disappointed with myself for along time. I feel like I can never say the right thing. And all my screaming for help goes on deaf ears