loneliness. It's something that eats you alive. It can fill you at the worst times. You ache for someone to hold you. Someone to laugh with you. Someone to fuck you. Someone to cry with you. Someone to love you. Someone to tell you it'll be okay...
But what do you do when there's no one to turn to? No someone, just you. You turn to the bottle. Numbing yourself senseless. You turn to a blade. Distracting yourself with pictures drawn in blood red on your legs.
Or maybe there is a someone. Someone and you. But you isn't you. Just the bits that you let shine through the layers and layers of LIES.
Or the someone doesn't care about you. But just care about your body. The dirty words that spill from your mouth. The imagination to naughty to be shared. But all from the innocent little girl.
But you also fall victim. Sharing fake I loves you so much you hardly know what real I love you's feel like anymore.
