When I look at myself I only see the chances I've missed, the things I've failed, the persons I've lost, everything I couldn't own, every painful memory.
Finally my surface is cracking. I'm bruised and scarred by all the things I keep inside, they tear me from the inside and only I can see this.
No one understands what it means to be me, how it hurts to take a look at myself, they think it's just so simple.
But it is not, and I guess it will never be.
I'ts not only that I hate the way I look, I hate the way I act, the way I feel, the way I hide so many things.
And what hurts the most is that I've completely lost myself but nobody ever noticed.
They're too fucking busy with beeing ok with their lifes:
But that's ok, I'm gonna survive that somehow,I'm gonna survive every painful feeling.
Just don't dare to call me pretty without knowing who I am.
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