Thoughts of a Quiet Girl

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I don't know why I'm so broken,

or why I hurt so bad.

I don't know why I hate myself so much,

like I'm the worst thing that will ever walk the earth.

I don't know why I hold everything in until I explode.

Where I just breakdown.

I don't know why I just let everything sit with me,

as I just slowly shut down.

To the point where I'm just hollow,

where I feel nothing, just pure empty.

I do know that I trusted for you to catch me when I fall,

for when I feel so awful from not being able to answer;

why I am like I am.

I do know I needed you to pick me up,

to tell me I'm the most the important thing,

when I feel the most worthless.

To help me understand I am actually loved,

when I feel as if I'm nothing to anyone.

I needed you to tell me I am, when I feel that I am not.

But you didn't.

I fell.

And I keep falling.

Because I keep believing you'll be there to catch me.

Maybe I am as worthless as I feel,

maybe I need to relieve the world of the horror that is me.

Maybe I should just relieve myself of you,

because you're what's destroying me.

But we all know that won't happen,

and probably never will.

What can I say, I love you, always will.

And I don't know why...