Maybe sometimes there is no answer, only the possibility of good and/or regret.
Maybe nothing ever feels right or clicks into place and it's only about the effort you put into it. Then accepting your efforts may never be enough to be reciprocated or feel appreciated.
I'd always assumed there would be more. I thought I was growing into the light but maybe it's not that important or special at all.
Maybe it's only eat scraps and be hated.
Which I can function in. I can live through a lot as I've found out.
Maybe that's it for me.
Maybe that's okay. Life can't be great for everyone.
I'd always assumed there would be more. I thought I was growing into the light but maybe it's not that important or special at all.
Maybe it's only eat scraps and be hated.
Which I can function in. I can live through a lot as I've found out.
Maybe that's it for me.
Maybe that's okay. Life can't be great for everyone.




