i don't think people love me. they love versions of me i have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. the easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
come here and hold me, make me feel better. promise me i'm good enough, tell me you can love me, even the worst of me. even the worst of me, even the worst.
it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ——why can’t i dіe?
The flutter that once filled my chest
now turned hollow
Every night I lay to rest
I pray I not wake tomorrow
Never did I request
To be blessed
With the knowledge that comes in sorrow
Yet here I stand
Hand in hand
With the loneliness that follow