Words.

Need {TW}

I feel the need.

To let myself bleed.

For someone who doesn't dare to call me.

I am forgotten.

Unloved.

Usually gone within the blink of an eye after a push or a shove.

I don't have time to mold my life around you, like a glove.

I know what I have to do.

I have to show you.

I have to teach you what it's like to feel all alone in a world populated by billions.

I have to teach you what it's like through the eyes of a girl who knows her life is going to be short.

You have to learn from me what it's like to see.

What depression really is.

Because you're so full of greed.

But here's what I need.

Don't depend on me.