nya writes

mumma  I wish you said I was pretty  I long to hear those words from your mouth  I want to feel beautiful  But I want you to say that out  loud  You know it hurts,  when the whole world compliments you  but you can never really take their words  because of your own sweet ghosts  that have been built in me by you  I wish you said I was pretty  I long to hear those words from your mouth  I wish you made us confident  instead of insecure and self conscious  so much so that I now don't feel confident with myself  and with looks and with my thoughts complimenting might be a small thing for you but it could change a lot  it could heal my inner doubts  I wish you called me pretty  I long to hear those words from your mouth  so that when i look in the mirror  i smile and feel proud  so that when I talk about myself,  I can openly say im pretty without feeling like a catfish  or without any worry....                                                                                           

I think I've failed,  as a daughter, as a human, as a sister, as a friend, lately i've been so dry,  i want to but i can't even cry, and its like my tears have sailed, away; away from me, away from my misery, away from this treachery, away from my life, away from this darkness, away from my  like; its a beautiful world, beautiful day, beautiful night, beautiful light, it is everything,  but not a beautiful life, i always feel like i'm walking on a knife, a knife reducing my time, all i wish to know is what is my crime? I flinch on nothings, I loose my appetite, I feel like drowning, My face is always frowning! Stop your stupid game, game; game of life, game of health, game of mind, game of wealth, game of socials, game of sky, you only think i'm fine, dear world, thanks for being a disappointment, thanks for cutting my wings, thanks for being my cue to leave, thanks for making me cry, thanks for making me lie, thanks for loving me, and  thanks for burning me.