I let another tear fall down my cheek, as I felt another hand come in contact with my cheek.
it's a word that supposed to give you that tingle deep inside your stomach...
a feeling of longing and safety.
but now, all it gives me is pain, suffering, and fear.
I'm frightened of Home.
I'm pained of Home.
I laid on the cold floor, telling myself to get up, to be strong.
but my body had, had enough.
I lost control of my own temple...
a place that I had full control of,
but not anymore.
I'm a just a voodoo doll now,
used to stick pins in, and rip apart.
I spit out the blood that had formed in my mouth, managing to at least roll myself onto my back.
What did I ever do to deserve so much pain?
so much hurt.
I'm no angel,
but hell, neither is any other human being on this earth.
I guess life is just creul.
It likes to take stuff away from you...
I sighed in pain and tiredness, the distant sound of beer bottles being moved and the scent of marijuana filling my nose, being recognizable from the 2 senses that still managed to work.
I'm tired of being a nobody.
the thought of no one caring about me, if I ever left makes my heart hurt.
I just want to be loved like everyone else.
but in the end,
who would love a Unhinged Girl?