i laugh and joke about what happened to me
but if i imagine a little girl going through what happened to me
it would break my heart
why am i so detached?
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i laugh and joke about what happened to me
but if i imagine a little girl going through what happened to me
it would break my heart
why am i so detached?
i feel so fucking heavy.
i am so tired. this isn’t beautiful at all.
i sting so bad
but it reminds me that i miss you
if i don’t miss you then i’m not me
I will die in the house i was a little girl
I don’t want to
But i don’t know any other way out
I hurt so bad
i know i can’t send this to her so i’ll put it here
i will die before thirty
and i don’t want that
but i know i will
it hurts
i feel weird
weird in a sense that i’m going backwards
i’m twenty one in a week but i’ve never felt more like i’m thirteen
i feel thirteen again
but it’s weird because i’m not scared now
i feel worse because i’m not a child anymore
i’m an adult and i know what i’m doing
i still don’t know why
like i didn’t when i was thirteen
but i know what i’m doing
not like when i was thirteen
but it still hurts like it did then
sixteen was cruel to me
sixteen was when i lost my best friend
the woman i admired the most
who would of gone to the ends of the earth for me
and i feel guilty every single day that i didn’t give her that back
and now i’m twenty one and the things i would do to see her again
they are cruel
i would be cruel to have her back with me
even for just a day i would be cruel
i didn’t deserve that
god i feel so sick i just want you home, mum.
i’m only honest when it rains
it rains and i rain with it
i cry in my room that was put together by you
i cry in my room that still smells like you
after five years you’re still everywhere
you’ll always be everywhere
but i still want you with me
with all my soul i want my best friend
the woman who raised me
who brought me into this world
then left me alone
i know it wasn’t your fault but i’m so heavy
i hurt so bad
i don’t know where to put all of my grief
halloween was fun yet i can’t stop thinking about the halloween’s we had when i was little it’s weird i still remember all your costumes it’s all i can think about
on thursday i think i could love you
yet on saturday i come home tired
tired that i was tired last saturday
and the saturday before
tired of arguing and forgiving you
i forgive you by wednesday night
every wednesday i forgive you
then i love you on thursday
yet on saturday i hate you again
hate that you don’t listen
that you don’t learn
that you don’t change
i am tired of this never ending week
all i wish for is an escape
a ten minute escape
but you are not.
you yell at me and correct me
you’re like my father
but i can not leave
for it is all i know
i will let you yell at me as long as you say you love me
it is sick yet it is all i know
i am conditioned
i feel loved
i feel so fucking heavy.
i am so tired. this isn’t beautiful at all.
do you ever do something?
the same something you did the night you lost them
and think how you can not do that something anymore
just in case that something caused it
and you lose someone else
just in case you cause it again
it’s weird because i know that that something caused no harm
for it was nothing more than an action or a phrase
yet my mind still nags that i caused it all with my something
my something that will cause again
i often feel sick
sick in a sour and spiteful way
a way in which i wish people understood me
yet i feel my heart ripping at my ribs
as i do not wish for you to feel what i have felt
i grit and bare my smile as i laugh along
laugh enough to believe i am no longer sick
i love to hide
i may love you but my love to hide is beyond you
my love to hide has always been
since i was a little girl my love to hide has been greater than my love to give
my love to hide is to protect you from me
and if i protect you from me
maybe you will love me a little bit more
for a little bit longer
i hide because i love