Sometimes I think...
That I'll die alone,
Some say that's not true,
But yet I don't believe I can comprehend what all I have to offer and then I could be zen.
I myself am entirely made of flaws, stitched together with good intentions, but no one sees it.
Please oh please will you help me conceive the notion to keep me in motion so that one day ill find love and compassion.
someday i pray that ill find someone who loves everything I do and me for me. I beg and pled for this type of connection but no one hears my heart dry out these tears and cover in dust. Till death due us part I will never hear, please oh please someone hear me! No one should ever have to see me like this. I listen to what majority sad and now look at me? What do u see. Someone who doesn't listen to their heart and thinks that they'll never make that connection to conceive that feeling of emotional healing. All I ask is for this one thing, HELP ME!
