All I ever wanted to be was beautiful
Perfect and everything anyone could ever want
I built wall after wall,
Masking my beaten and shredded soul...
Perfect was never a part of my story.

All I ever wanted was to be loved
Unconditional was not something absolute
It never was, and I fear?
Never will be.
Calculating my time,
For if shall one survive.

Do not try and find me.
Do not try and save me.
Do not ask if I am alright.

For I am no longer traceable.
Not capable of resurrecting a miracle.
I am nothing close to decent.
I will not make it.

No more lies.
No excuses.
Tears.
Forgiveness.
Or questions.

I am empty.
And with that implies nothing--

Goodbye....