That familiar burning is back again.
The moment when my tears come when not wanted,
but I can't stop.
A few small words hurt me again,
but isn't that all it takes?
I wonder often why I'm still here--
why I haven't thrown myself away...
I guess I'm scared...
but not of death,
just of people being disappointed in me.
But I guess they always are anyway.
A little love...
A little positive encouragement...
A little care and effort from the people I actually want it from.
Is that so hard?
I guess it is...
Sorry for being selfish.
If I could give up so easily, I would,
but I can't,
so I just scream and cry
in hopes to be heard and understood,
but that's crazy, huh?
At least I tried.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 8:17 PM UTC
That familiar burning is back again.
The moment when my tears come when not wanted,
but I can't stop.
A few small words hurt me again,
but isn't that all it takes?
I wonder often why I'm still here--
why I haven't thrown myself away...
I guess I'm scared...
but not of death,
just of people being disappointed in me.
But I guess they always are anyway.
A little love...
A little positive encouragement...
A little care and effort from the people I actually want it from.
Is that so hard?
I guess it is...
Sorry for being selfish.
If I could give up so easily, I would,
but I can't,
so I just scream and cry
in hopes to be heard and understood,
but that's crazy, huh?
At least I tried.
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