I know I shouldn’t feel as alone as I do,

And maybe that’s my problem,

I feel alone,

I breathe alone,

Maybe I’m not truly living,

Just existing as an imperfect person in a perfect world,

As a perfectionist in a universe full of imperfections, 

Expecting so much, 

and giving so little, 

I’m selfish. 

Amongst all these people who ❝care about me,❞

When I can’t even make a futile attempt at caring about myself.


Leaving nothing but my heart in the hands of the unknown,


-Miranda Rose