I wish sometimes instead of waiting for me to trip on my mistakes, you care more.
Why is it when I'm trying my best in everything,
some things just gotta pull me down?
What is not good enough? The fact that putting in an inch of effort is
that demanding a burden when I am still silently cautiously
deciphering your mind to figure that everything is depreciated.
I hate to compare, gonna pick myself up.
I'd lost track of everything.
Love,
me.
Hey, I guess you'll never understand.
Goodnight readers.
