I am just another girl, making herself sick thinking of a guy who never cared, filling in everywhere where he should be with my own imagination. Keeping his memory alive like a funeral, while he, like the dead, will never answer. To be honest, my walls are far too high to let anyone truly see me unless my love for them is too great to bear. So I will tear at my hair, and run in circles, safe and alone in my room, and when I have cried all my tears, fall into the arms of the only love that does not require me to be known. The only love I allow, the only love I deserve, the only love I know.
















