I've never spoken how I truly feel since that day.

There are days when i cant stop hearing my mistakes over and over and over

So much to be afraid of
So much to be ashamed of.

Sometimes i worry that i have no real identity.

I feel trapped in my own life .

I wish I could just ask you what you think of me

It hurt because it mattered.

Let's meet again, for the first time.

"I'm bad with words, I hope you're good in reading eyes."

Atelophobia

The fear of imperfection. The fear of never being good enough.

Some hearts understand each other even in silence.

"She was a rainbow, but he was colorblind"

If it's meant to be, it'll be.