I don’t want to be
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.
And the bimbo waitress brings you the small portion instead.
Seriously bitch? I want my coleslaw…
I’m convinced my dad won’t hug me anymore because he doesn’t want to feel my bones.
I don’t know if I can keep convincing everyone I’m fine.
I’m not entirely sure I care anymore.
Im tired of not being taken seriously but I don’t want to tell the truth either. I should just move away so I can stop hurting everyone I care about. I feel like an ass.