Sometimes I like to think I'm special .
I'd like to think that my words can inspire,
And my thoughts are relatable .
that I wish that my smile and my laugh can brighten someone's day .
Maybe , just m a y b e I've helped someone , by being myself.
That something I did could have been effortless to others .
but secretly I've been practicing my whole life..
I'd like to think that I can do something for this world .
That someone will remember me, even after I die...,
...that I left a mark.
Something rather than using oxygen ,
i use words . but sometimes that doesn't always go as planed .
I'm left my dream..
That I realized that I'm still me.
With 0 things but a brain with painful memories.
A big bag full of my salty tears .
And a thoat that has trouble breathing.
I'm just a little bug ..
In a world full of small, large , beautiful, butterflies.