𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 / 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

And I should be grateful to be loved by anyone at all, no matter who it is, then why do I still feel this way?

 despite how it's better than feeling nothing at all? 

I have never been truely loved by a man, and I never will be

 I will never have the thing my life has come from

 I will never have the kind of love my parents did I will never breath the air they did.

 down on the ground breathing a different type of air but they're still together still inseperable. despite all that Ive seen and wished would tear them apart for once before I do it myself. 

why don't I want to live that way, why don't I think I deserve to grow old and keep my heart

 instead of reaching to my throat and digging deep until I get what I want, get what I want and leave this place

I want to love a man always, endlessly, forever, But I don't want to stay in this world I was forced into with no question or debate for my real wishes

I want to love, but I don't want to live

 I want to love, but I don't want to live.