I will always sleep alone
There will never be anyone
To protect me when the thunder claps
Or when the branches of my past
Keep tapping on my window
I am being irrational
I should think three months into the future
Will he still want me?
Or will he open up my closet
And find the skeletons of every past-me?
I will never be worth it.
How dare I stand in front of the mirror
And try to find beauty
In the ghost of a girl
Who is too afraid to whisper her own name?
The heartbreak isn't worth it.
Push them away before they leave.
Don't let them add new scars
To your already-growing collection
Don't let them see you like that.
