I want someone to look at me with all my horrible flaws and say that it’s alright, I’ll always love you. I want someone to see all the hurt in my mind, in my heart and say it’s alright, I’ll take care of you. I want someone to listen to me, whether they understand or not, and then hug me and say they’ll always be there for me. I don’t want to suffer alone anymore, collapsed against the side of my bed, crying in irregular intervals as I try to breath through my congested nose and then crying even more because of how pitiful I seem. I don’t want to keep it all bottled up until I ruin the milk-white skin of my arms and maybe my legs because it’s been kept inside that tiny, fragile bottle for too long and that bottle finally grew too heavy and dropped and broke. I don’t want a Pandora’s box inside, destroying me little by little, until I’m completely ruined and broken and I’ve shattered into a zillion little grimy glass shards that no one could or would ever want to touch.
I want a lot of things, but the ones that I really, truly want, I won’t ever get……..