(please help me name this.)

I can’t stop falling, even if I could I wouldn’t.

I just need to keep punishing myself, for all my mistakes.

Nowhere near perfection, I’m no bloody saint.

I just want my own easy escape, my personal getaway.

I can’t look into the mirror without filling my eyes with hateful tears.

It’s like I hate what I see, like i wish I wasn’t me.

You’ve seen the way they look at me, the way the snicker and stare.

If you were me you’d know exactly how that feels, exactly why I can’t deal.

Reviews

[Octob3r Star]

Personal Getaway? I name my own work, and I don't really believe in correction or anything like that. Art is what you make of it, not what someone tells you is misspelled or imperfect. Its what you think is perfect that matters, others only comment to correct or judge for self gratification. I guess its like an "I did something today" issue that's self evident. Good luck with naming your work. Cheers, have a good day. :)

[SlightlyOdd]

Hmmm this is good maybe saints I'm not sure i like joshua randall's idea

[Lowesy]

'A Soul Searching for Redemption'

[Suze]

No Bloody Saint.

[dontwakeme]

I would call it "Nowhere near perfection".

[Missy Moooooo]

Nice write :)

[Siren]

I know how this feels. Every day. Without fail. The pain never ends.

[Sophie]

I love this, and a title suggestion: Exactly How That Feels
or
Can't Stop Falling
or
Nowhere Near

[Your Perfect Disaster]

Figments of imperfection

[Angelic Surrender]

The Gateway To Me? This is a beautiful work :)

[Tabitha t]

I enjoyed this read. It reminds me of something I wrote when I was younger but its much better written then mine hahaha good job!