Why I'm so easy.
I don't know how to write this down. I don't know how to write anything down. My head hurts. I find myself glancing into a mirror every other second, "Is that me? Am I really okay?" I am so weak. So fucking fragile. I have glass bones and someone will one day look at me and go, "Fuck it. She's not worth it." Cry me a river, cry me a fucking river. I don't do drugs, I prefer emotions. Everything and everyone angers me right now. I want to grow up and get out. Every moment without pain is a good moment but those are far less frequent. Next year this time, maybe I will be smiling, maybe someone will look at me and go, "That girl is truly happy. That girl is truly beautiful." Grow out, get out. It's all the same. Hey now, will you still love me tomorrow? Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow. Hope is right here waiting.