stressed
lonely
irritated
everyday

doesn't really matter if i'm numb or not
the pleasurable sadness never leaves
not even in the midnight hour
where my mind goes blank but not quite

why is it so hard to accept that i'm not perfect. 
your not perfect either but you're my favorite.
i get so lonely i forget that it hurt.
i'm always on the verge of tears.
but i refuse to let them fall.
i feel as if i'm not enough for you.
even though you say i am.
i wish i believed you.
but ,.