There she is.she has brown long hair and kind eyes.i trust her more than my parents.i am 12.so is she.she is only 4 months older.i want to kiss her.but shes with him.i have no problem with him but i want her for myself.it hurts seeing there cute posts on instagram.it hurts knowing that she lies awake at night thinking about him,not me.it.hurts.so fucking bad.i spill my feelings.not about her.that stays locked away.i tell her about my sexual abuse story from when i was 7.i tell her about how my parents put out ciggarettes on my skin and beat me unconcious.she cares.she doesnt love me like i love her.it hurts.she loves him.not me.it will always be like that.because..
I.DON'T MATTER.
-laila.
