I’m too emotional. I guess these are the thoughts of a broken soul.

To all the people who I love, I know you guys’ll do great.

I’ll bet that I’ve prepared you for every friend you’ll make, and every person you’ll love, but also all the people that you’ll hate.

It’s the constant emptiness, yeah that’s probably what’ll do it.

When you re-evaluate your standards, you’ll see that I don’t fit.

I feel like I’m trying my best, but my best isn’t enough. And no matter what I do, it’s like things will never not be rough.

I always feel so lonely, so you really shouldn’t love me.

There’s way too much uncertainty. I’ll never be who I wish to be.

I wish that I had wings. I wish that I could fly.

But there's no mental freedom for me so I lay here teary-eyed.

-wavyxlei