BLOOD

Vulnerable. That's how I feel now. Yes I've grown much stronger, but those who matter can touch my exposed vulnerability. So if I'm mad, if I'm sad, if I'm crying secretly over you, you matter so much to me. Step on my head, and I'll still let it go. I feel sorry for myself it's pathetic. I thought I've found myself, but I still feel lost. I'm trying, I tried, I still fail. And no one see how much I'm trying.. Its just killing me.