That's the only word I can process
In my river of thoughts.
So many things spin around
So many questions
So many different people
Yet they all ask that one thing
Why
Am I thinking about him
I hate him.
Why
Do I miss the blade?
Why
Do I just keep thinking about myself in such a poor way?
Why
Do I crave so much from you?
You're having a night with your friends
Yet all I crave is to be told I'm beautiful and perfect and you love me.
Why am I so needy?
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Deep In Thought
RandomRandom stuff I write. Read what you will I can't stop you. Some may be triggering but I'll put warnings on them.
