I thought we were something real I thought you would be the one and I though you said I was safe?
yet, I'm laying here all alone while my demons attack me relentlessly
while my scarred skin is bleeding once more and aching with pain
while I'm grasping at my body so I don't fall apart. I need you and you never needed me and I'm sorry I'm sorry for not being good enough I'm sorry for my scars I'm sorry
I really don't know about this. It's 2:52 am and I'm just writing.