Nobody's Perfect

Nobody’s perfect.
Nobody’s always right.
Nobody doesn’t cry.
Nobody doesn’t die.
I cry.
I cry because I’m not good enough,
Not good enough for you.
Your expectations don’t help.
You lost me while being a bad guide.
You where supposed to help me be a good person.
Instead, you trusted me.
You thought I was miss goody two-shoes.
But nobody’s perfect.
When you turned your back I lost it.
I got drunk, high too, I was lost,
But no one helped me,
I don’t know why.
Maybe because no one saw me, the real me, the one who’s not perfect.
I needed help,
I screamed for you.
I cried help.
But you couldn’t hear me,
You didn’t want to.
It was to painful to think that I wasn’t perfect.
I was the last thing on your mind.
For you thought you didn’t need to worry about me.
But guess what,
I’m dead.
All because you didn’t pay attention, and think with your head.
Its not my fault,
You should have been there.
When I cried for help,
You turned your back, thinking I was smart enough to say no, and just let it go.
But just because of that,
I said sure,
No one will notice if I go.
If I cry,
If I die,
They just will think I’ll be ok.
But I needed help,
But never got it.
I did drugs to escape the pain,
Drank because it sounded fun,
And died.
Because nobody’s perfect.

*i wrote this one becuase of my dad...he wants me to be perfect...*