I find it funny that I've been in physical fights yet never mention them.
It's like I'm prone to think I deserve it.
Maybe it's that the pain the wounds I inflict on myself are far worse.
I think I deserve it.
Anybody who tells me otherwise?
I seem to think they just don't know what I am underneath?
Sometimes I win those physical fights.
Other times I just let them happen.
Everytime I just turn myself off.
Like I'm not thinking? At all.
Which is a nice change of scenery from my usual state. Not the point.
Sometimes I'll be fighting for someone else, because I see a little bit of me.
Me from a different past.
This one is dark, twisted, sad, broken.
And I know that's what I am.
I except it.
But will anyone else?
Will anyone be able to take all my baggage and still think of me as something worth it?
Could I even believe them?
If someone ever does I'll try to learn.
I'll try to learn to love.
Love me the way they do.
((Sorry is Love Like You is stuck in your head now))
That song means something to me I guess.
For someone who loves me
For everything I am, I will try to learn from them.
If I could be half of what you think of me, I could do just about anything,
I could even learn how to love like you
*some verses later*
Love me, like you.
Im aware this was basically just fancy brain waffle but hey it's one pap--can I even call this paper? Eh whatever it's here, for someone to read, I don't fully understand it myself, maybe one day though.
