I never wanted a happy ending.
I suppose it was because I was never naive as the other people around me- the girls who believed that their Prince Charming would come to them riding on a white horse, the boys who thought that they had nice jawlines and they could rule the world. I never saw myself as any of that, never let my mind wander over ridiculous dreamy things.
I never let myself believe that I was anything but human.
But now it seems like everyone's dreams are coming true, everything's finding their black and white. Everyone has got everything figured out. Everyone is getting their happy ending.
And I'm not.
I feel like a 5 year old. I feel stupid now. I feel ugly. I feel like I have no talent. I feel alone.
I feel like I'm the only one who hasn't figured anything out, the only one who tries so hard and the only one who never wins.
I never wanted a happy ending.
But that doesn't mean that I didn't want to be happy.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
Poetry"You either get it down on paper or jump off a bridge." - Charles Bukowski Just snippets of stories I can't seem to get out of my head. All cover credit goes to the wonderful @mydearcc
