I read this and sometimes I pretend it's me you can't let go of. It works for about 5 seconds before I realize that no one has ever written a song for me, or sent me a song for that matter that made my heart glow, or has written a poem of me, or even keeps pictures of me around. No one has ever held my hand through panic attacks.
I get so used to seeing people walk (run) away as fast and as far away from me.
As life changing as this week has been, it almost means nothing if I have to always be alone to experience it. This time it's not a bad attitude but simple pure raw fact. I just can't do alone anymore. It's killing me, and I'm drowning.
These are the kind of things I feel about you but resistance is always there in the background hiding. I feel it. I feel for you as you feel for her. Who feels for me?
Rejection should be my middle name. Right after Baby Girl and before Glenn. Because who really wants the unwanted?
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I get so used to seeing people walk (run) away as fast and as far away from me.
As life changing as this week has been, it almost means nothing if I have to always be alone to experience it. This time it's not a bad attitude but simple pure raw fact. I just can't do alone anymore. It's killing me, and I'm drowning.
These are the kind of things I feel about you but resistance is always there in the background hiding. I feel it. I feel for you as you feel for her. Who feels for me?
Rejection should be my middle name. Right after Baby Girl and before Glenn. Because who really wants the unwanted?
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