What I Wanted To Say... Yet Didn't

It went through my head and I typed it all out on my phone... I almost hit send. But then I asked "Why did say that? Why did those words cross my mind?"

Everytime you tell me I'm sweet or kind or nice... I don't know how to reply. I don't want to say thankyou because I don't feel I've done enough to deserve those titles. The second I accept those titles is the second I stop trying to better myself. I've done nothing but tell the truth, and tell you what you need to know, what you need to believe about yourself. The truth is, I'm not sweet,I'm not nice, I'm not kind... I'm human and I'm imperfect and I don't believe I'll make it exactly where I want... I think that I will miss my goal. I think I'll fall short. But I know that I can lift others to their goal. I can hold them above the surface while I drown. Just so long as they live I'm okay with death.