Turn down these voices inside my head, telling me I‘m not worth to be loved, by someone who cares – about me and those scars, covering my heart.
I close my eyes so I wouldn‘t have to see, how you look at her the way I always wanted you to look at me. But I can‘t make you love me if you don‘t.
In these final hours of the day, when the sun disappears on the horizon, making way for the moon, I lay down my heart between the tear-soaked pillows.
Turn down these voices inside my head, keeping me awake in the middle of the night, wishing for someone to hold me. But I can‘t make someone love me if they don‘t.
And when the first ray of sunshine hits my pillow, I get up and put on that mask to pretend it‘s okay, that nobody loves me. And I can‘t make them love me. If they don‘t.