cry baby ＊ novahd

one.

they call you cry baby, cry baby
but you don't fucking care
cry baby, cry baby
so you laugh through your tears

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sometimes when it's really quiet, i can hear tiny voices whispering in my head.

they like to taunt me just for fun.

'cry baby.' one would whisper and i couldn't tell if the strange noise that escaped my throat was my laughter being bottled up or the scream that threatened to spill.

and i really enjoy showers. the way that the water seemingly whispers in my ear, telling me that the monsters under my bed were just children scared to face the terrors of reality.

i was a monster.

i lived under the covers instead. the comfort was there but the relief was not. i would cry just to remind myself that this isn't a dream. and all the fairy tales i read about when I was younger were fake. but sometimes it was nice to stay under the sheets and just think about visiting wonderland.

my life wasn't a fairy tale and this was not wonderland. my home wasn't a palace. my prince charming wasn't so very charming. and i was just a broken doll sitting on a shelf.