I just wish you wanted to be there for me.
You are supposed to love me.
You are supposed to support me.
When I need someone to lean on, you're supposed to be there.
But here I am, all alone.
This is the reason why it happens all the time.
I have been struggling with this for years. You have seen me fight off these horrid tendencies, I have lost friendship and friendship because I can't pull myself together.
Where are you? I am hurting.
You know that I have struggled with it:
You know that I have hurt myself.
For years I've been wallowing.
Are you scared to see it be real? Are you afraid to know that I feel pain, despite what you try to shelter me from?
I just wish that you wanted to be here with me for this.
I just wish that you wanted to see my recover.
Now I'm just falling back into my same old routine...
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