I feel like nothing.
Like I'm washed up and overrated.
Like I'm some type of loss,
But not quite unimportant enough
To go unnoticed,
But not quite important enough
To really be vied after.
And maybe it's just me,
Because honestly it doesn't strike me bad
Enough to make me cry,
But it strikes me enough to sigh,
And know this is what I'm probably worth.
A response,
A small phrase of comfort,
But probably nothing more,
Probably nothing less.
But I so desire
To be held and told
That maybe it's alright,
That maybe I'll be able
To sleep tonight.
But how can I rest,
How can I breathe,
When the monsters come for me
Even in my dreams.
There's no escape,
And there's nowhere to run.
He's destroyed what worth I had,
And I'm just so done.
And wish I may,
And wish I might,
I don't have it in me,
I can't fight the past-- Can I even fight?
I wanted to be braver,
I wanted to be stronger.
But I can't do it on my own,
I can't do it any longer.
I know for sure that you'll
Help me get through,
But I'm terrified of
What this means for you.
And I'm absolutely terrified,
Of something I can't see.
It's this monster I know too well,
It's this monster that follows me.
I wish I could
Change my way,
But I don't know what to do,
Nor do I know what to say.
And I love you so,
And I know you love me too,
But with this monster beside me,
What are we supposed to do?
I need your arms around me,
As soon as you can manage.
I hope you read this.
What the hell rhymes with manage?
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
I feel like nothing.
Like I'm washed up and overrated.
Like I'm some type of loss,
But not quite unimportant enough
To go unnoticed,
But not quite important enough
To really be vied after.
And maybe it's just me,
Because honestly it doesn't strike me bad
Enough to make me cry,
But it strikes me enough to sigh,
And know this is what I'm probably worth.
A response,
A small phrase of comfort,
But probably nothing more,
Probably nothing less.
But I so desire
To be held and told
That maybe it's alright,
That maybe I'll be able
To sleep tonight.
But how can I rest,
How can I breathe,
When the monsters come for me
Even in my dreams.
There's no escape,
And there's nowhere to run.
He's destroyed what worth I had,
And I'm just so done.
And wish I may,
And wish I might,
I don't have it in me,
I can't fight the past-- Can I even fight?
I wanted to be braver,
I wanted to be stronger.
But I can't do it on my own,
I can't do it any longer.
I know for sure that you'll
Help me get through,
But I'm terrified of
What this means for you.
And I'm absolutely terrified,
Of something I can't see.
It's this monster I know too well,
It's this monster that follows me.
I wish I could
Change my way,
But I don't know what to do,
Nor do I know what to say.
And I love you so,
And I know you love me too,
But with this monster beside me,
What are we supposed to do?
I need your arms around me,
As soon as you can manage.
I hope you read this.
What the hell rhymes with manage?
It's like I'm okay but I'm still vaguely aware that I'm not.
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