Out of the billions of people in the world?
Do you find yourself asking yourself, asking them, screaming at them, slamming the words in their faces, "WHY, WHY, WHY ?"
Do you laugh when they say, "Because you are you," do you sob when you know it's lies?
Are you unsatisfied knowing they think about you?
Are you pleased knowing they suffer in your absence?
Are you disappointed knowing they still refuse to call you?
Do you read old messages of them, like your past will keep you happy, instead of drag you down?
Do you dream of love?
Can't you be something amazing?
Can't you believe them when they say you are?
Can't you believe in yourself at all?
Aren't you worth it?
You don't think you're worth it, do you?
Think you can't do this?
Think you can?
Aren't you ready?
Can't you lie about it?