Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Double-Edged Sword

Some loves come with a price

Sometimes you think you need to earn it

Sometimes that love hurts

People yell at you

People treat you badly

But because you still want them

Or who you think you can turn them into 

You keep trying

You keep making effort

You keep texting and calling

Doing any and everything you can to keep them happy even though you are dying on the inside

Then one day you wake up

And you look at your father dead in this face and think, "I will never be good enough for you."

Love like that is a double-edged sword

It hurts to give up 

But it hurts just as much to keep on loving them.