Lol I guess me just wanting you to make me forget all the bad stuff that happened to me during the week makes me clingy. Wanting you to to make me happy for one moment. Yupp that’s me. I’m clingy. The person who never opens up to anyone…never fully shows any kind of emotion yes. I. I am clingy. It’s funny really because all that means is all those bullshit lines you fed me were actually bullshit. Round of applause to you sir do you feel accomplished for making an already broken girl feel even more broken? So go ahead go tell your friends how clingy I am motherfucker tell them I said hi while you’re at it. Gave you the benefit of the doubt I apologize for that. It was my mistake. Got it all didn’t you? Good for you.
She stares down at the scars that once ran so deep and fights the urge to see it happen all over again. What’s wrong with her? Why can’t she be strong? ” Hold on” she keeps repeating to herself, hold on. Someone cares. Someone out there. In a dark house filled with tears and sadness. She looks around and see the walls of nothing. No hope. No love. No happiness. Who cares. She laughs. God cares right? God cares about the hurt that she continues to feel everyday. He cares about the tears she sheds everyday. She laughs again. Cares that her family are strangers with faces she doesn’t recognize. Cares that she has no one to rely on, to ask for help. she looks down at the heaping scars. What’s to stop her? The fear? The fear is harmless. She picks it up, look at it, the smooth texture. She puts it down. She listens harder. She hears her screaming. Feel herself breaking. She just wants the pain to go away. Why won’t it go away. She knows what will make it stop. She holds back. ” Put it away she says, someone cares, maybe not her but someone loves you. Put it away.” So she does. She prays again, wondering if someone hears her. No one ever answers but she does it anyway. She’ll keep quiet. She’ll sleep and wake tomorrow and go about her day with a plastic smile on her face, and come back to this room with walls and do it all over again, hoping she’ll put it away again, or maybe just do it to end the pain. Maybe tomorrow will be better