The rain within

Her

I heard your plan. The plan to, if she does go, you'll just pretend she's not gone. Like she was always a figment of my own imagination, playing games with my head. Because keeping a lie about someone I love being gone is just a grand idea. When I love someone you will know. You'll see the look in my eyes, the look that goes right to your soul. People always said the eyes are the gateway to the soul, So why couldn't you have figured that out already? Why did you have to let everything fall to the ground? Oh but wait, you say that this is for me, for my well-being, for me not to
Go completely insane. If being insane means caring truly about someone that I love, then go ahead call me insane. You say you care about my feelings the most, so that means you want my soul crushed only for me to be in a lifeless body the rest of my life. Your caring about me crying in the bathroom huddled in a corner because
Of someone I love, that could be dead right as we speak.

 If you truly cared about me you would to care what I care for, Not my insanity level. She told me that she'd be gone by the sunset, and all you care for is the tears streaming down my face. You need to look deeper. Much deeper.

She always said that she was just a penny out of a million bucks. She was all of it, Every cent.. to me. My insides died today. They slowly die everyday out of the self love that she lacks. What I want is to see a smile on her face about how beautiful she is, inside and out. She thinks she's worthless. She puts people before herself always, but what really needs to happen is for her to put herself in front. She needs to find that love for herself that's deep within her bones that have been crushed by the obstacles in her life.

I am a human. No matter how hard I want to be a fairy I'm not... for now. I am no snake, no matter how scary I can be. Though the biggest reason why I'm not a snake is because I don't shed my skin the same way. I don't just shed out something for another one to come within a snap.

Because I am human I shed, though it hurts. Sunburns. That skin that lasts so long and then gets burned to a crisp turning a fiery red. It stings doesn't it? It hurts to have something part of you being taken away. And what about the times when you don't even realize you are getting one? You can't treat it in time so it burns like hell its self. All because you didn't know. I care about my skin. She is my skin. And you want to hide my own skin from me so that I'd be living a lie.
You never know what your missing until its gone. What's missing now is you. Forever