It's nights like these
that I really start to realize how fucking
p a t h e t i c I really am.
Even raising his voice at me I hold back my tears and wait until I'm alone.
Even how my friends tease about something I'm insecure about I just hold back the tears and swallow down the choked up words stuck on the tip of my tongue and just laugh with them.
Even some useless mean words thrown at me and I know they mean nothing to me. Absolutely nothing, but I can feel my eyes watering.
It's nights like these
that I start to realize how fucking
s e n s i t i v e I am.
~S.C.M.
[Authors Note]
um hi it's Steph. I just wanna say that to those who read this I hope you enjoy this. Im a crappy writer sorry... have a good day/night（〃・ω・〃）💛
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Short StoryJust a story, with short chapters about a girl and her laughs, smiles, tears, shouts, and blood featuring too. (the cover is lyrics of I'll be Good by Jaymes Young) ρяσρєяту σf ✩S.C.M.
