I really wanted to be perfect I really wanted to be just enough
I tired I really tired to do whatever it takes to reach the dream I dreamed to reach
I wanted to be whole for once, enough for once but maybe I didn't had the ability to do anything at the end
Was I really a failure? I do think I am and I hate that at the end of the day we agreed that yes it really was true I am nothing but a default piece
I worked hard day and night slept for only three hours a day but I guess that wasn't enough
Was I really getting distracted? Was I really at that stage in life where I can't even do a single thing?
I need to be enough I need to be perfect be it by hurting or taking away my soul it doesn't matter anymore
I think I really am useless while its a piece of cake for everyone its like biting away my skin by teeth for me
I hate to admit it but I would to kill myself to be prefect for a change
Do I really like to kill myself over time?
Do you think I can die over being enough and perfect I guess I do have to now
People told me I am drunk on failure, am I really?
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Dead Souls She Ones Loved
PoezieThe sky tuned red. The sun sinking deeper into the core of the ocean. The black curling in while the yellow disappeared behind the massive blue. She felt numb, feeling herself deep under water. The dying sun's final rays falling on her reached out h...
