thoughts. | Incomplete

"Maine. " my name

"describe yourself, Maine" she said as she continue to write random things on her notepad.

I smiled

"depressed."

"has bad anxiety."

"tired."

"full of thoughts.

thoughts I so badly want to say to him."

I wansted to say those things so bad.

yet I said,

"happy." flashing her a grin yet showing her my eyes that holds the truth. the pain.

my love.

my savior.

my angel.

In reality is,

my tormentor.

my demon.

my pain. my unbearable pain that I love so dearly and my pain, that will always be with me.

My pain, that will never love me back...

and all I got to say is "Oof!"