Star Struck

It Hurts.

There's pain in my chest.

There's pain in my eyes.

There's a burning in my lungs

And a burning in my soul.

I hate the pain. It kills me deep inside.

Am I annoying? Am I a nuisance?

Will I be replaced by the new people

The ones who are more exciting

The ones you just met

Are you tired of me? Is everyone tired of me?

Come on. Say something already. I want to know what you truly think.

I can't ask you in real life, and I won't get a straight answer over text.

Things just don't seem the same. What's wrong with me?

Do you hate me? If so, WHY do you hate me?

You talk about others behind your back. They're annoying. They talk to much. They're just creepy.

Do you talk about me behind my back? Are you hiding something from me?

I just want to know already. My eyes hurt, my lungs burn, and my heart aches to know the truth once and for all.

This hurt inside of me

It corrupts my soul

I'm getting worse, and my thoughts are becoming more morbid.

Can you not see what is happening to me?

I smile, I laugh, I look happy. Can't you tell that I'm just faking it?

Maybe its not your fault. Maybe you just can't see it.

But I'm hurting. I'm hurting and everything is making it worse.

Its not just you, its everything. Its everyone, and even I am to blame.

I cry. I weep. I sob. However you want to describe it, I'm hurting.

And I need you to make it better.

But how can I make it better if you barely even talk to me?

How can things be better when I'm being ignored, or when everyone's two busy?

Maybe I'm an attention whore.
I am an attention whore.

Just...forget everything I've said.

I'm okay.