I only came here because I've no where else to turn to.
Stay please. And listen to my woes. These woes that are tearing me apart piece by piece ever so slowly.
The love I thought would embrace me is drowning. I'm drowning within.
Admiring a rose.
It's so beautiful you just can't help but grip tighter.
But you fail to notice the blood trickling from the flesh that the thorns have pierced through.
You can't bear to leave it. So you just hold on and hope the bleeding stops.
It's citing me inside.
The realization that you might not actually love Me.
It's so difficult for you to realize it as well.
I'm getting so desperate.
Compromising myself to keep you.
I'm getting so pathetic.
I'd rather be who you want me to be and have you love me than be who I am and get abandoned.
The most ironic thing is, by the time that happens you would have lost me.
I lost myself to you. I'm dying. You killed me. But I allowed you to.
Why. Is it so difficult?
To love me for who I am. And what I'm not.
