"I'm sorry."
The words accompany me through life, I am a bother, a burden. I am nothing more.
"I'll let you know if you are bothersome to me."
They all say, which digs deeper in me than before, they'll let me know.
Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Sometimes, I am. I'm sure.
Please don't tell me so.
Tell me I'm beautiful, that I never bother you, that I never burden you. That life in itself would be a burden without me. Make me feel loved, don't just quiet my demons, make them flee! I'd do just that for you. We both know I would.
