serious problem

This has become my serious
problem, I suppose.

The more I dive into the world
and destroy my comfort zone,

The more the feeling
of being less significant eats
my entire body

I could not make
something perfect, or acceptable

I could not feel
proud about matters
I have accomplished

Because those are not
perfect

and never will be.

I suppose, this is my serious
problem and I need
saving.

who needs lethal hopes

i no longer want to be on someone else’s dream
nor find my name in somebody’s love letter—
butterflies will soon die
flowers will wither
smiles will fade in a dark and dull instance
days will go by
like no one fell inlove or just fell
like no one was shattered and hurt at first
i no longer want to be loved
i no longer want to love
because all i need now, is saving