her face had remnants of anger and loneliness
she wore rejection well, for that is all she has seen
bruises and broken bones are second nature to her.. why must she go through this world only having herself ?
they tell me that i am a child, but i am identifying as an adult woman who has raised herself.
others tell me that i look and sound older. if this is true then why must you tear me down and use me as if i was a newborn baby that has no control over it's movement.
please stay. it is one simple action. stay..
for everyone in my life, whether it be blood or not has left me to rot in this shallow earth.
but i shall persevere and grow instead of seeping into this cruel place we call "home"
i just need someone in this moment to hold me gently and whisper softly into my ear -"it's ok"
these words.. so foreign but so satisfying.
i yearn for them. anyone. please. just tell me you love me. before it's too late... - late night confusion
