I always wanted to quit.
Sweat, tears, and blood?
It gets old, many tears later.
People think they understand,
But they can't crawl inside our horrific minds.
They say healing takes time.
I guess that's my excuse then.
But, why would I need to heal?
A smart, beautiful, athletic women?
Your almost perfect.
Well people have it way worse than you.
And they are full of life and happiness.
Yet, for me this feeling doesn't last long.
I wanted to quit, but I always believe.
I'd someday find what I'm looking for.
In my sad eyes it's harder when you can't open up.
Who would even want to hear my shuddery thoughts?
It's okay though, sit still and look pretty, right?
Act lady like and find a good man.
I wonder if anyone would want to read this.
Or maybe even say they can relate.
But, what's the point.
