sorry that i was needy.
sorry that i wanted to be cared for.
sorry that i gave you everything yet still expected half of it back.
sorry that i get hurt.
sorry that i cry myself to sleep knowing i'm utterly worthless.
sorry that i get upset when i see other people with their friends, i've been longing for one for a while.
sorry that i'm hurting without showing it.
i'm really truly sorry. it sucks it really does, i know, but sometimes speaking out my thoughts is more difficult than it seems.
YOU ARE READING
pretty thoughts, ugly truths
Poetrywords of a young girl drunken off her melancholy with music as her only safe place.
