You haunt me.

Now I see the dead never die.

I wish I could be better for you. I wish I was more prettier for you, so you’d be happy to hold my hand where ever we would go. You could parade me to all your friends and be proud to call me yours. I wish I could be skinnier for you, I know my bodys not perfect but believe me i’m trying. I wish I could be your favorite girl. I wish that when you cried I was the first person you’d want to call. I wish I could be your idea of what’s beautiful. I wish I could change myself so you’d notice me. But you don’t.