just a few pretty things

Sometimes i just think life is too much

It would all be so much easier if i was thin...


Or maybe if i could break away an leave it all behind...


When im all alone i think up terrible things...


about how imperfect i am...


an no matter how hard i try to conform...


but i always feel as if im on the outside lookin in...


an then i come to realize...ill never be like anyone else...


ill always stand out...


its hard to be full of life...


when your dead inside.