The Story Of DesireeDay,

I have Atelophobia, it's the fear of being imperfect. I cry, because i'm not a robot, my head and heart is full of deep thoughts most of which nobody will know.

You

Never told me I was pretty,

never held me close,

Never understood,

never took the time,

Never thought about me,

never realized how fragile I was,

Never cared that I was breaking inside,

never loved me.

Never thought I’d find someone who…

told me I was pretty,

held me close,

understood,

took the time,

thought about me,

realized how fragile I was,

cared that I was breaking inside,

loved me.