Baskadia

They say inside is more important than looks so how I would special when my anxiety deteriorates my insides
They are perfect for different kind of screen and all I want to off the pictures then
I'm enough but not enough to make everybody stay
How I will be happy when I spent a hundred cause it's the standard price and my family doesn't talked but they judge me from Thier eyes
Oh all I want is to hide on people cause I'm not stranger not to be seen
Can anyone erased me to everybody's plain sight
I know lying is bad but I'm used to say a thousand lies and saying I'm fine
I'm perfectly imperfect and failed to be human being

I wish that Bible make sense or ways for a painless death,
I'm So tired for unable to understand beyond my 4corners of my room
Maybe it's a complex to think that why I still here despite of hurt