They're screaming at me and you're not here to hold me. My ears are ringing and you're not here to cover them. My eyes are burning and you're not here to close them. My breath is short and you're not here to let me breathe. My mind is racing and you're not here to silence it. My hair is knotted and you're not here to run your fingers through it. My body is aching and you're not here to sooth it. My hands are cold and you're not here to hold them.
And maybe that's why it hurts.
You're not here to hold me and kiss me and run your fingers through my hair because you're not here to hold me and kiss me and run your fingers through my hair.
It's not your job to fix my pain and help my mind. It's not your problem and you don't need to care. You were not put on this earth to satisfy my needs.
But that doesn't mean it won't hurt.
