She don’t know how to tell you she’s broken without feeling needy. She don’t know how to open up without feeling judged. She don’t know how to cry when her tears feel like acid. She just need you to see that she’s hurting without her telling you because her words are bleeding out of her mouth, waiting for you to stitch her up and make her fine although she know thats not your job and you’re better off without her. She just need you to see her one last time. She just need you to accept her from who she was. Accept that she’s not perfect as you.
Hoping that you could see how drowned she was already. Drowned in the pool of her pains and tears. Hoping that you would save her from drowning but she think you wouldn’t. Because its just her that is nothing to you. She who is a stranger to you. She who is a dog to you.
She was just being herself. Is it not enough to show you all how real she was? Though people thinks she’s not. She was jut being honest with herself even though she’s being stabbed at the back.
She always feel lonely or alone even when she’s with a group of people. Laughing but hiding how hurt she was. Hiding and hiding and hiding. She always keep on hiding. She feels like she will just hide forever with her tears and pain inside her heart. Because she feels like she’s never enough.