and skies fall to shreds
you set a goal...and make a plan, everything just seems perfect.you talk to people about it..and your parents seem supportive.but when it's time to actually do the things ypu've dreamt of doing for so long, it never works out. disppointment.
if only anything could go right for me...i'm pathetic, trapped in my self-pity bubble. whining over the past of my mere 18 years on this Earth-whaat past? i'm only 18! but no!there's alot of it, too
i just wish i were as invisible as i felt-maybe it would've been easier. not having to measure up to their standards,to worry about not being perfect, not having to do things i never wanted to do.
i save the tears in my eyes as they build up *no, it's not time yet for you to fall*- i want to falter into loving arms, between which lies a heart of so much purity and a soul that would not judge-a mind that believes in me.
if only i could end it and not be called weak
