I know who he wanted me but he’ll never fess up,
I throw rocks from my shiny glass tower,
He breaks me every time he opens his mouth,
And he doesn’t even realize it.
I should’ve known better than to let him in, because now I can’t let him go even though it is no longer me that he cares about. We call each other childish names and flirt but it isn’t love anymore.
It is a parody, a sarcasm really.
I have never been able to tell him about myself. About how I cut so I can feel emotion, how I cry myself to sleep at night and wake with tears upon my lashes, how my own family cannot love me because they know who I am.
I am a coward, a worthless, cold hearted, selfish abberational monster, a bitch, an ugly nightmare and a loner.
