They always said how important she was.
How she was different than everyone else.
How special she was.
How much she meant to them.
How perfect she was.
How adorable she was.
How strong she was.
How brave she was.
...
Oh but what do all these words mean when they are not there to watch her fall.
When they don't know how she ate herself up inside.
How she twisted herself up on purpose.
Twisted herself in ways to form thorns.
Thorns that would prick anyone who got too close.
It hurt when she did that.
It hurt when she ruined herself.
It hurt even more with the intention that she would never be hurt again.
Oh how she brainwashed herself.
She knows how bad it is.
She just hopes that one person would be willing to go through the forest of thorns she had cultivated.
Just one person.
One person who would do anything for her.
She yearned for this person so much so that it hurt.
It hurt to be.
It hurt to think.
It hurt to breathe.
It hurt when she wanted this person but this person didn't even know.
It hurt to be complimented when it wasn't from this person.
Because she knew, they weren't going to claw their way through the thorns for her.
She hoped with all her heart this one person wouldn't be intimidated, because boy did she know how much it hurt to walk through the thorns of her mind.
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