Headache knocking at the door
I don’t have time for this
I’m still here on the floor
the last kiss
You’re like the weakest medicine
And you burn horribly
But I’m addicted to the times when
The placebo kicks in
It always wins
– Rebecca Elizabeth Anne
I feel like I will never be loved for all of me. I’ve been loved for some of me, but never all of me. The flaws shine, the shadow shows, the light is not enough and people leave. People leave me. And it just keeps happening. There are people who stay because they think they have to, but ultimately, I am alone. I will quit. I WILL quit. I will quit.
Yesterday, today and probably tomorrow, I wish I could change who I am.