you tell the world how sad you are,
that you don’t think you’re beautiful enough,
that nobody notices you, and nobody likes you…
you tell the world how unfortunate you are
for having met men who would tell you sweet nothings
but would only leave you once they’ve had their fill.
you tell the world that you don’t think you are worthy,
that everyone around you found their happy endings
but you, you’re stuck with no one.
you tell the world that you’re not lucky,
that love isn’t something that would complete you,
that you are destined to be alone.
you tell the world that no one would ever dare get close to you
because you just ruin things;
and that you’re better off being left broken.
you tell the world that you’re already used to the pain
that you eat rejection everyday,
and that you’re probably not anyone’s cup of tea…
you tell the world that nobody can ever love you….
have you told the world that I was willing to give you the
love you were asking for?
that I was willing to fill the empty spaces of your heart
and that I promised never to make you sad?
I guess you didn’t. Because the irony of it all is that while you were asking for love from people who could not even love you back,
I was just there offering everything I could have – but you chose to turn around because you probably thought you deserve someone better.
So guess what, fuck you and your fucking standards. You don’t deserve what I could give.
Go, tell the world how miserable you are.