Not pretty enough, not strong enough, not skinny enough, not funny enough, not tan enough, not perfect enough, just not enough... Nevermind, you won't understand.
It is not until the middle of the night that i know loneliness is simply blood that never bled out, it is knowing you could have but you're still going without.
It's weird to think that in this very moment someone is lying alone in their death bed, balancing between life and death or reuniting with an old lover tightly wrapped in a warm embrace or writing a suicide note, pondering different ways to say goodbye right in this moment someone's heart is fluttering from a first kiss and someone is breaking from a goodbye.