Someday, my feathers will grow again, even if I bleed, I would have them back. And maybe I would fly away, far away, and forget about this sadness, this pain, and this pathetic me. And I would laugh about this... far, far away. Nighty night, silly me.
Why I can't be enough for you?... why everything I've done in my life can't be enough for you... should I bottle up all of my fears and tears and walk away as I've always done and act as I'm okay when... I'm not. I'm so tired of feeling like this... so... so tired.
And I won't fight back anymore, everyone can talk what they want about me... sometimes I hate myself for not being able to tell them "no"... but I feel that's the only way they would give me some love, even knowing I'm just being used... pathetic me.