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| I'm not pretty enough to be a movie star, Not thin enough to be a model, My voice isn't sweet enough to be a singer, I haven't smoked enough weed to be a stoner, I haven't cried enough to be sad, 13 slits on my wrists is still not enough to be suicidal, Not loud enough to be heard, Not deep enough to be a poet, Not weak enough to fail, Not strong enough to go on, Don't have good enough clothes to be prep, Don't have baggy clothes to be punk, Not good to be an angel, Not bad enough to be a demon, Not mean enough to be a bitch. No matter what I do, it's never good enough to be someone, so why do I try? The life I'm living now is nothing but a fucked up lie. No one really cares, even though they say they do. So that's why I'm wishing for my life to be through. So peace is all I have left to say. Like you care now. I don't want your fake tears anyway... -by Christy |
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