When you are not fed love on a spoon, You learn to lick it off knives.
I guess so.
Disappointments from unmet expectations
Tears from the pain, from words said, from actions not done.
Self pity to self hate, hating my now, hating why I can't, why they wont let me.
Crying will release, it wont help. Never does.
Chest so heavy even breathing is a struggle.
Can I trust you still? Do you love me? Truly?
I never do things the way others do, so available, anytime is go.
I don't want to be ungrateful, but why? Why are you still here? Im not valuable nor precious nor practical.
I'm as inconvenient as a blister.
Right now no one needs a girl like me, writing, fighting tears.
Hoping somehow, soon, everything will be alright.
"When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives."
"I guess so."