I lay in bed staring at the ceiling wondering if someone is thinking about me.
I wonder if i will ever be good enough.
I wonder if i will ever fall in love again.
I wonder if i will ever be pretty enough to be heard.
People don’t listen unless you’re pretty or dead.
I try to be quiet, I rather stay quiet so i won’t get judged for anything i do.
I look my food like it’s too much but yet i eat my food which i don’t want to eat