you say you want to die but,
you still put that seat belt on
and look both ways before crossing the street
you lock your windows and doors
you would scream if someone was following you late at night
you would run for your life
but you do want to die
you just want to die on your own terms.
I’m not the girl boys fall in love with. I don’t have a talent in anything special. I’m not outstandingly beautiful. I’m not the easiest person to talk to sometimes. I say ‘sorry’ too often. I don’t have the perfect body. I’m not smart or mysterious or fascinating. I’m just me and that never seems to be good enough.