You've answered my calls when I'm depressed. Happiness ignored me once again. It's me... still broken. Still finding more flaws, still being lame asf when I've had more than enough. Like the bottle I broke...... I can't glue my shattered heart back together. But I do still get better. I just don't trust myself because every day a flaw still haunts me. Very few trust me, but I refuse to beg for help I don't need saving. I grew up with a bad choice, screamed, cried, and lost my voice. I know I'm different, losing people had my tears dripping. But now I'm just not trusting anyone because I don't trust myself to be happy.

I don't feel alive I must already be dead. The thoughts suffocated me because I was lost and ****** in my head. Love kills and I'm leaving loved ones on read. I isolate in a dark room laying on my bed. Alone maybe, this grieving got the best of me lately. My happiness was their regret. As I get closer I'm seeing the ones I loved leave. Being lonely is all I can achieve. Replace me, trusting has never been easy. I prioritize the ones that use me. I'm no safer in my room. I still don't understand what to do. I forgot how to eat, I forgot how to take it easy. Why does everyone leave me?

A broken love can really bring out the fear in a damaged soul. When I was growing up kissing broken skin with a band aid was to make you feel better. But I can't kiss a broken heart :/ I can kiss lips, cheeks, forehead, neck, anything on the body for comfort. But not all kisses heal aches, I'll have to fixed and repair all the broken. But may my kisses and hugs belong to you as I try to repair the comfort of love. I don't think there was any way to show you my love but to reach out and be there for you as much as I possibly can.  The worse part of not being able to be your shield is that it can take seconds to destroy everything :( but for you I'd be willing to battle this and swing away the labor. I'd slave the over time for you my darling.

She began to cry to herself as she speaks with confidence. Her laugh screamed in pain. If it wasn't for who she had left, things would of gotten real bad. Sorry love someday I wish to give you more than what you have. "All I've got" she said
I wished I'd a saved her before she felt dead. She got worse by being left on Read.  He kills her, all he had to do was abuse the **** out of the heart she was willing to give up. It wasn't love. It wasn't okay, but it was her security blanket every night and day. Look at the ******* pain she's in today.

One day I hope to understand your appreciation, mostly because I appreciate you. You understood and helped me pull through. Been there for me more than my friends. Helped me when I was at a dead end. One day I wish to see what you saw in me. If I can give you a world, would mine work? Because I want the people I love in my world. Appreciation from you took the weight off my chest, I do wish you the best. I'll always be your family and your best friend.

I'm so insecure I forget what a compliment feels like. I sit here alone watching myself buy drinks as the beautiful people compliment each other. I have no clue if I'm jealous or insecure, but I do know I wish to find that unique person to enjoy my point of view. I'm like a lost and found item that no one wants to claim. I feel like that hoodie hiding away specifically because it's a ugly sweater. The irony because ugly sweater season is not far. I bring comfort, I bring warmth, and I bring loyalty but no one wears me. Am I insecure or am I something no one wants?