Jun 14
Maybe he loves me, maybe he hates me, maybe I'm not enough, maybe I'm not pretty, maybe he wants someone else, maybe he needs more than what I can give, maybe he's tired of my constant sadness.
Maybe he doesn't understand that I'm tired of it too.
Maybe he doesn't see how alone I feel in the middle of the night when no one's awake and the entire world feels like it's falling apart.
Maybe he doesn't see the grief. Maybe he sees how I can't seem to cope.
Maybe he sees too much, maybe I don't show him enough.
Maybe he sees I'm tired of being quiet, maybe he sees I'm exhausted from being loud.
Maybe he sees how hard I try, maybe he sees how I give up.
