In my dreams
it's okay.
And when I
sleep
you
hold me.
But in real life.
Dreams stay
silent.
I am alone.
Craving
attention.
Craving being
wanted.
I understand why.
And yeah,
part of me craves
this too.
Craves
hurt and anger.
Hey. I crave
yells and hits and why didn't
you?
Hold me or hate me.
Both will
break me.