Sigh…I have to walk on egg shells in my house now for one person. Nope. If that one person doesn’t like me. Oh bloody well.
In the words of Ariana Grande: thank you, next!
I want someone but no one is there
I want someone to listen to me
I want someone to see me
I want someone to see the me that’s afraid to be seen
I want someone to hug me
I want someone to let me cry or sob or yell
I want someone to just sit and keep me company.
I want someone..
I think I’m done fighting for everything.
I’m done fighting for
Love
People believing me
Clearing things up
To be seen
To be heard
To be able to be happy.
It’s exhausting…
“you should talk more”
me: actually tries to talk
- gets ignored
- gets interrupted
- gets talked over
- nobody pays attention
- nobody cares
then y’all wonder why I became quiet. Sometimes people don’t hate talking, they just hate feeling like nobody wants to listen.