sometimes it hurts very bad.
sometimes I think I can't make it.
imagine things in my head, mostly bad.
mostly about two people laugh together
with friends around them,
while I'm just an outsider, feels like a stupid girl.
sometimes it hurts so damn deep.
sometimes I think I should give up, for the best.
but here I am, still here.
in the name of my heart I make myself hang on here.
or my fear, mostly fear of being alone.
or maybe fear of losing my self-confidence.
I think I know what I should do, it is just me afraid of those possibilities.