I would swallow razor blades just to be able to make you happy, but it would never be enough.
I drowned myself in the depths of my emotions, pushing them so far away, so I could somehow, see you happy. It was never enough.
I have never been enough for you.
Not me, not my imperfections, my razor bumps from when I shave, not my hairy body, my chubby belly, or my fucked mental state. Because what you crave, is utter perfection. And I know that now, I know that I never was enough. I was just a temporary filler, to make you feel wanted, to fill the void that she left you with.
Well, who's going to fill my fucking void?
Who's going to come to the rescue and ease the numbing pain away?
Who's going to make me feel like a person again, rather than some toy that you decided you no longer wanted to play with?
You hate her for leaving you in such a state
Why did you do it to me too?
I just wanted to make you happy
I didn't sign up to be thrown around until the glass inside of me shatters. Until your little toy breaks and you throw it out.
