Acceptance.

Or else.

I'm always crying. Over things that I've caused, self inflicted pain.

Josiah said that if he could give me the world, he would.

He appeared at my front door and as soon as my mother saw his face, She told him to leave.

He's not welcomed here because he's the wrong guy. She told me that Nathanael is a way better friend.

If he gave me the time of day, I would try to mend things but it's too late.

Josiah invited me over to his house for a party at 10pm, He told me he expected me to be there or else.

I was scared of what he meant by or else but no one cared enough for me to spill that to them.

Sometimes I think he's insane But no one knows, Not even my own best friend.

As I put this makeup on and picked out my outfit, I wondered if I would come home okay.

I wonder if Josiah will bring me back instead of wanting sex but I know that he'll just use me like the slut that I am.

Isn't it sad that the things we see, We sometimes choose not to stop?