Before I sleep

I like to think that dreams do come true to make my days easier. The more I stare in the mirror the more I hate myself. The more I despise how I was made. I try to make the best out of it but sometimes I just wish to get better. I wish for this sorrow to go away. It’s crazy to think some people think they made me feel this way but in reality I just always felt this way. You may have added to it but you really didn’t do much but make me think more and make my thoughts livid.

I just want to feel power. I want to feel a sudden shock. Something to make me feel like it’s okay to be the way I am.  

-vice